So my last day at work is Friday, and, although unintended, I have a new job interview tomorrow afternoon. Same commute distance, half the hours, over twice the pay. I hope it works out, but, if it doesn’t, I will just remain independently ‘poor’ (relatively speaking).
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My husband kind of ghosted me for awhile. That was a little difficult, but I had told him to “F*** the f*** off,” so what did I expect?
Thank God I had some Torey Hayden under my belt. She worked with “special needs” children, and she had particular success with elective mutism.
So, I did what she did; I acted normal, and acted as if I expected my husband to speak. He did.
Now if I can just keep my big mouth shut, with him. He doesn’t want to hear my “special” thoughts on any matter.
All my sharing of my special thoughts, I realized today, was just a last ditch effort of my ego to be validated.
Dumb me. He has been here to kill my ego all along. Amen.