[This message edited by StillLivin at 11:20 AM, September 20th (Friday)]
Think of the haters in your life as sandpaper; they’ll scratch you up time and time again but in the end you’re polished, smooth, and spotless..while they end up useless
There are shortcuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them-Vicky Baum
It took me two years to decide to separate, and it has been two years since and I am finally feeling happy.
I do things for myself, I have a great son, a great dog adn a great BF. I wake up happy, I go to bed happy.
Time heals all and soon they will be just another annoying blip on the radar.
Go do something nice just for you!!
Anyway, after the D, she went through a series of jobs. I couldn't figure it out since I had helped pay for her CPA. She should have had it made. Turns out she was one step ahead of the law. In order to finance her continuing lifestyle and pay her child support, she had taken to embezzling from her employers. None prosecuted until she took a government job. Then she was caught red-handed, prosecuted and convicted of embezzlement.
No jail time(thankful, saved my son at least some embarrassment anyway). Also, wasn't until after she had finished paying me child support.
Honestly though, it gave me no satisfaction. If anything, I felt sorry for my son.
I have nothing, but am enjoying the fact that The Princess is in a meaningless relationship with a loser. She says it means nothing, but she's never had a casual relationship in her life. So she'll probably end up marrying this idiot.
Where's the karma? She had a really good husband and threw me away; now she will be stuck in all these sub-par relationships for the rest of her life - you know, guys who aren't as fucking awesome as I am!
The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that everything after that looks fucking fabulous
But his karma is I no longer care how great or how terrible his life is. I have seen "evidence" that he is happy and content. I have facts that would seem to indicate his life is going to hell.
But I don't care or spend too much time thinking about it either way. I AM glad that either way, I don't have to share the experience with him or fix whatever he has fucked up.
His karma? I don't care, won't "bite" on his dangled details, don't give him any attention or concern or conversation or fix it for him.
I am sorry you are depressed. It gets better. I promise, IT GETS BETTER.