My partner of 15 years decided that salvaging the relationship is not worth his effort. I've been living away from him for 6 months and in that time I've been walking almost 10 miles a week, eating healthier and, yes, even losing a little weight.
Last week I joined a local gym which is easy walking distance from me. Then promptly slipped on the ice, hit my head on a curb, knocked the lens from my glasses and did something weird to outer side of my right thigh. Walking (at least the purposeful walking that I've been doing) is out for a few days but I've taken the time to take stock.
Although I have no real job yet and he isn't offering any support, I'm no poorer than I was before thanks to a modest stipend available to older workers seeking employment, so no losses there.
I can dream again. I have no one's needs to take into consideration but my own. Doesn't mean I don't, just means that I CHOOSE to, but not at my own expense.
I have a novel and a biography of my brother in the works. I have some great skills, creativity and energy and about 22 years to put into any place lucky enough to get me. I WILL find a job I love.
My grandkids are all within walking distance from me; both of my daughters, also. My son is 4 hours away by car, but things can change...
In spite of the breakup, a lot of really, REALLY great things have happened to me and I've been taking the time to truly appreciate them.
Soooo... the revenge thing....
I'm going to fire up my workouts, fine tune my diet and make healthy decisions, cause, for even as an old girl, I still got it. By September 1, 2013 (just before my niece's wedding) I envision 145 toned, honed pounds on 5'6" of hot. And a red dress. I've never worn a red dress and it was his fantasy colour. My gift of success to me. And if our paths should cross in September, I will be the one who got, nay, RAN away. Smiling.