7 years ago Memory Triggers
My message today has been how far along things have come in the 7 years since the Facebook memory that popped up this morning. It was a post with photos of my friends art gallery and her dog, in a tourist town near where I lived. I would help out there sometimes.
- 7 years ago, DH and I were "friends", getting closer.
- Toxic Troll had taken Feral Forgers house key, and would show up and drink and smoke and hang out and be there when he would arrive home with his friends. She thought she still had a shot at getting back together, and DH mentioned that they were still physically intimate at this time, althought they were living apart, so it was a reasonable assumption. Because, ahem, married, 20 years together, 2 children together.
- She claimed she "lost the house key", when he asked for it. He changed the locks. All heck broke loose with her sending threatening texts. He showed me her text to him about their prior intimacy because he wanted me to know, because she was threatening him that she would tell me. To break us up. Little did I know the level of toxic crazy ahead of us.
- 7 years ago, I too, was embroiled in a affair and still lving with my ex (!) I know. Too much drama. Too much toxicness, it was like a poisonous mist that we were struggling to find our way out of, like the one in Stephen Kings horror novel "the mist".
It took us 7 years of struggle and heartbreak, and love and pure toughness to get to where we are now. We moved in together. We got him through his divorce (UGLY), then got married (eloped), more drama, a child support order, and more drama, Kid #1 moves out, more drama. Churning through jobs in the meantime looking for that ONE that would bouyo me up through the sludge of underemployment and financial distress.
Bought our house that we had been renting. COVID. Bought a fishing boat. Loving my job. 7 years ago, a lifetime or two or three lifetimes ago.
Happy Tuesday all.