Last time I was in the states, during what my Grammie refers to as 'the incident' - you know the one where I left my sorry ass abusive bastard of a husband because he wouldn't stop beating my kid.
Well. So I moved back to the town we had lived in back when things were happy, blissful even. We had friends there. We were loved. Lots of people had moved away but they kept in touch. It was not so little that everybody knew your business. Thank goodness, because who wants anybody knowing that ugly business. I enrolled my kids in school. Then pulled my littlest kid from the public school and parked her in a lovely little tiny school. She loved it.
I coped. Well sort of anyway.
I would get up at the godforsaken hour that they start school in this crazy place - it is still dark damn it, if God has not turned on the lights yet, you are not supposed to be out of the bed much less traipsing off to public school. (another story I get distracted.) I'd pack lunches and take the kids to school and then drive on over home and run to my hearts content. In my living room. On. The. Treadmill.
And watch old reruns of Ed.
I think I achieved my goal, not that I had one in mind when I left the mongrel Denver in January, however when I arrived home in Australia in July a friend noted I was 'over' my ex.
SO.
Ed. Watchers. Unite.
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