THIS SCENE, right here from “Night at the Museum”. I laugh so hard every time I watch this clip and Ben Stiller’s reaction to being called “dumb dumb”. You’re welcome. Enjoy! It will provide laughter, compliments of the bad decisions I made last week which turned me into “Larry”.
Easter Island Head v. Larry the Night Guard
I can still visualize in my mind (in slow motion of course) the bat shit crazy version of myself walking in the restaurant, seeing them sitting in the booth, realizing how used and foolish I was the night before (she is clueless of course), choking him the hell out with all 115 pounds of myself and ending up in jail. Did that really happen? No, but a girl can dream! The vision is super satisfying but the hate and scar on my heart that was slowly healing is bleeding once more, and that doesn’t serve me well. I handled myself with the best integrity I could muster while my 13 year old daughter watched for my reaction. So classy and mature it was, because teaching my daughter a lesson in life was way more important than how I was feeling inside at that moment. I may have took the high road when I shook her hand and introduced myself, and not because fear was holding me back, but rather it was me loving myself more than he ever could. I took my dignity and left the restaurant. I didn’t cry when my daughter hugged me in the car, told me I was pretty, kissed me on the cheek because she simply didn’t know what else to say, and I didn’t cry until she went up stairs when we made it home.
After the kids went to bed, I text a friend and said “Hey man, are you ready to f*%k me and get me over the ex?” He laughed and said “No girl, we won’t be f*%king to get you over the ex, we would be f*%king for fun, but you know in the end that won’t help you heal.” See, that’s a solid friend right there – GIVING TRUTH and not taking advantage of a situation for some kitty. He also told me to get the hell off dating apps because I was hurting myself and not helping myself. That I needed more time. That I don’t need to try to keep up with the ex. That it’s ok, that I’m just not ready yet. I know he’s right. I called him a joy killer and said I hope it happens soon, I want to wear my cute little things and feel like a sexy woman again, because these granny panties are NOT WINNING! Then it hit me, in a sexy mood killer kinda way, that I can still get pregnant! WHOAH, and OH HELL NO! I seriously can’t believe that. It’s been so long since I’ve had to think about that piece and it feels so foreign. I should probably just stick with the goals of consistently shaving my body parts! One day at a time! SMH…adulting at #45 sucks.
FORGIVE TO LIVE because forgiving yourself and others is a MUST to move on and it doesn’t hurt to run from Attila the Hun so you’re not such a dumb dumb.
P.S. I’ve had stubby fingers my whole entire life, furthermore the entire 6 year relationship. I held your hand, and many other parts of your body for 6 years with no notice, and definitely zero complaints. I find it ironic that it took being compared to other women for my stubby little fingers to finally be noticed. #perfectlyimperfect
Live. Learn. Rinse. Repeat.
TAK
The Rinse Cycle 