Day 8
Well, so much about coming out, today was a hard day. I went back to work and no more, family, no more parties or drinking. It was me , myself in that office with reality. Although, I was really busy but I my mind kept wandering. When I got in this morning everyone was asking how was your time off and your 4th of July, of course I told them I was surrounded by family, too much eating and drinking but had a good time. While, I am having visions in my mind of me laughing, drinking and crying all at the same time, of course no one knows but me. And to make matters worse, I bump into the guy, who always ask, how is your hubby? He is such a great guy, then he tells the same story on how my husband was so fun at the Christmas Party, 2 years ago. Really??? I remember that party vividly, he went out to drink with his buddies, got drunk, I had to pick him up and drive us to my party 45 minutes out of town. He continued to drink and danced with all my co-workers, a bunch of old biddies in a Conga Line, and photo bombed the Director, who is now my boss. I was so pissed. I told him the next time he had a company party, I was going to get drunk and dance with all his friends. Well, now is my big chance, his friends are trolls and would be more than happy to dance with me. If I was desperate....
Day 9
I am feeling so much better today; the cloud in my head is clearing. This morning I took the train into work and as I was waiting to off board the train, a little old man about 80 years old was standing next to the door holding onto the railing, when he saw me approach, he tried to move to the other side of railing, almost lost his balance, hanging from side to side to move to make me room. It was so cute, such a gentleman, to move aside so I can step off the train first. Wow, does that mean that I have to find an 80 year old man to be treated like a lady?
This reminds me of the time I went dancing with my girlfriends and there is a little old man who loves to dance, well we were all dancing with him. He was so cute he wanted to buy us drinks, I said "No" as it felt like I was taking something from my Grandpa. Well, he did and we accepted just to make him feel better, and then here comes Mr. Man and poor little old man, took off. I asked, Mr. Man, what did you tell him? He said, nothing, he just asked if you were my wife and I said yes, so he took off. I told, Mr. Man you are so rude you scared him away, and he says so what he still has a "Pito". Soooo rude, as if I would ever be interested in someone who could be my Grandpa, he was just a cute sweet man. I hope I bump into him again and this time I will buy him a drink.
I finally told one of the Directors that I was getting divorced. I have a unique position I do not have any direct manager or any over site in my location. I work for HQ on the East Coast and oversee operations on the West Coast. So, it really was not necessary to say anything as this is not my direct Manager but I felt it necessary as I have been hiding in my office for 3 weeks. It was great to say it and get if off my chest, I am like a work horse, so this job is perfect for me. Well, of course the Director was sympathetic and understanding and I scored some tickets to Laughlin, NV for the whole month of July and August. So things are looking up I just have to figure out which one of my girls I want to take with me? The party girls or the wine girls? I guess I have time to figure that out.
Day 10
Yesterday, was my baby's Birthday she turned 15, I took her out to eat Chinese food and bought her a gift. I had to text Mr. Man to remind him to say Happy Birthday, yeah that really makes him sound like a dick. I told him to call her as she did not deserve to be upset, I don't know when he became so evasive, he really was not that way. I never would have married an asshole, I am not that type of woman, but somewhere along the line he changed. At some point in time I will go into the anatomy of the marriage, but not right now. It is too soon, I rather talk about me. Anyways, we had a good time and my daughter was in good spirits.
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