The Ultimate Narcissism No-Contact
An unintended permanent outcome
I shake the cartoonish tweeting birds out of my head and try to think straight.
“What the hell just happened??”
As if I haven’t been asking myself that for almost a year and a half now.
I speak Universe, and from my point of view it feels like the universe is bound and determined to decimate anything remotely familiar. It giveth, yes, but it taketh away. It took my former life, my cat, my father, and my health.
The latest? My soon-to-be-ex.
The divorce had never been finalized. In fact, there were even more assets now, what with his court order-violation spending sprees. I’d been gearing up to re-evaluate the lists of household and office items, when…
…He got sick. I didn’t think much of it at first, because even a garden-variety head cold or influenza, even milder strains, knocks him down fairly hard. He can’t kick them very well. When he catches a bug, it hangs on and on. Something I get and subsequently get rid of in days will last a month for him.
But he does kick it eventually. Usually there’s some kind of plateau and maybe the beginnings of a turnaround. He only gets so severe before he levels out.
