Well, this is it, stood on the steps of the Town Hall, Divorced......D I V O R C E D!! Never thought it would come to this..........oh there he is scuttling away making sure he dosn't make eye contact..... Die I tell you Dieeeeeeee. Did I ever really love the man, an egotistical, back stabbing newt of man (can't really say I mean that, it's what Father always called him, but fits my mood just fine for now)
Come to think of it, I really am wonder if it is me.......... me, I am 49, Divorced, one difficult and demanding daughter..... no lets me honest, she IS a bitch - I tried so very hard with her, maybe too hard to make sure she didn't turn out like me, all shy and put upon. I made sure she had confidence and self worth, rather too much self worth now I think. She hasn't said she loves me since she knew what it meant, I've always felt that she is saving those words like Ebeneezer Scrooge, if she says it too often, she will run out. I love my daughter, but I feel bereaved for what I have lost, or even what I thought I was creating. I am sure she will phone me tonight to explain why she didn't meet me at Court and check how I am feeling.
I work for an Insurance Company, basic admin really, but a really integral part of the department, I have worked there for 7 years. In fact I am on my way back now, for some moral support and a feeling of being really needed. I told a couple of people about today, Trudie and Jon, so I guess they have the necessary people in my department where I am this morning so that they can be there for me and give me supportive hugs and knowing glances "you'll be fine Rita!"
Back At Work
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!! I have been made redundant. Oh yes I got the knowing glances all right, but not what I thought, they were "glad it's not me, what was her name again" that's right, Trudie..... up my own ass Trudie and Jon...... could I be anymore camp, told no-one about where I had been this morning....... ok I do keep myself to myself, and ok not many people know who I am, and ok maybe my job isn't as important as I thought it was but REALLY. I get the distinct feeling that everyone thought that it's ok, Rita (or whats her name) wont mind, but one of us has to go, and she never comes on the nights out anyway.
They have offered me £8460.50 to leave, today, now..... this also includes the £10.50 I have alread paid towards the Christmas Party (which I never go to, but like a Gym Membership, I like to feel part of the scene)
So, great, what now...... after catching the bus home, I'll have a glass of wine and wait for Maxine to call, that's my daughter's name. He who shall not be named moved out 9 months ago to live with Carole (with an """E"""") she I will open a bottle of wine and plan the rest of my life.
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