If I’ve said it once I have said it a million times…my parents raised me to be strong and independent. Okay so now you can add stubborn and perhaps pig-headed to the list. That is one of Angry Guy’s main complaints is that once I get an idea in my head there is no changing my mind about it. I’ll admit that these ideas don’t always work out for me.
I’ll admit that I am taking a huge risk by divorcing Angry Guy. I’ll admit that I am scared as hell. Angry Guy says I am cold and heartless. My friends say I am matter of fact and nonchalant. I say I am trying to remain calm and positive because deep down I am petrified. I don’t mind being alone. I don’t mind working to support a family but God forbid Big Cheese drops dead or Angry Guy. God forbid I am in an accident and can no longer work. God forbid. I think about these things constantly. If any of those things were to happen, this unilateral decision that I have made would literally destroy a family.
My family, friends and Angry Guy are hell bent on saying things like “you’ll never manage to do it alone. You can’t afford it. What about the kids?”
I can’t help but think to myself “WOW, I never thought about that.” WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!
The difference between me and someone weaker like Angry Guy is that I can make a home anywhere. A house is just a house. A couch, a television…they can all be replaced over time. Angry Guy has chosen to think of his future as over. He has already given up. He just doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get ME.