Wrote the post this morning about the ridiculous notion I had of sending a forgiveness email, and then I went back to sleep.
I had a dream about them.
I was somewhere and FP was there. I ignored him. And then he said hello to me. Some vague chit-chat ensued.
FP says to me. Could you be sure and water the plants?
Me: I have been watering the plants.
FP: Even the big ones? I look and I do not recognize the big plants.
Me: No I guess I didn’t water the big plants….Ah….I don’t work for you anymore.
Then suddenly the W is there. Don’t remember what she said, but it was in the tone and mannerism that compared to whoever in the fuck she turned into that weekend/Monday morning.
Me: You really are not a nice person. (Sorry to say that I still have fantasies of smashing her face into something. I really hope that stops.)
Some bickering began; I don’t remember what was said. Just bitchy icky stuff.
The next time I see FP, he is in a wheelchair.
Woke up with that icky feeling that I used to get when I realized that it was Monday (or Tuesday, or Wednesday) Thursdays were okay because Thursdays were my Fridays. My whole life was like that. Some days worst than others. Because they didn’t work in the office it was easier to ignore; and that was a lot of freedom, being alone in that office. I did a really good job. I did the job of 2 people for a long time. Then after they hired help, it was still like doing the job of 2 people, only with someone else in the way. Until my daring girlfriend came to work for me. She was awesome.
That sounds like a recipe for disaster, but it went really well for us. It’s how I know we can work together again.
It’s been almost 5 months. I anticipate that more time will go by between involuntary thoughts of the whole situation. I’m looking forward to that.
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