“DREADING GOING TO THIS JOB TOMORROW…”
that was my ex co worker’s status message.
that use to be me especially after a 4 day weekend.
going back to that place was torture.
there would be nonsense already waiting patiently in my inbox.
is it wrong that i felt a moment of happiness?
i was just telling someone…
i am the abused wife whose husband divorced and kicked her out the same day.
he never appreciated me and we haven’t had sex in years.
he found his pleasure elsewhere,
while i begged for him to see how good i was.
when he threw me out on my tail,
he gave no fucks about what would happen to me.
as much as i cried and wondered what the future held,
i’m in the motel doing the biggest exhale.
i have finally escaped his ignorant ass.
i was getting comfortable with the abuse.
he is now gonna be someone else’s problem.
i’m actually calm af.
i’m on recharge mode.
i needed this vacation break from everyone and everything.
i’m getting my shit back where it needs to be.
i’m happy af tho.
i pray my next gig is everything i desire.
even tho i tend to worry when things are out of my control,
i’m chill af and out of fucks this moment..
I gave it all to God and it’ll be worked out.