– A journey of Letting Go
Courage is the power to let go of the familiar- Raymond Lidnedquist
A water bill. Yep, it was a water bill that was the backbreaking straw. Before the fatal bill, I was already emotionally done. See most of the time when a relationship is ending, the first thing to go is the mind. My emotions were already packed and chucking the deuces while the rest of my mind was laid back on an “I don’t care” vacation.
I would be remiss to act as though we never had any good times though. At one point in time, we appeared to be the “It” couple. I was a lady in the street, freak in the sheets, home cooking, house cleaning, child rearing, hold you down, best friend type of wife. He was the hardworking, gift giving, Mr. fixes it, family defending, daddy duty, love you down, best friend type of husband. Or so everyone thought… Family and friends actually came to us for relationship advice.
What they didn’t see was that our 15 years of young love was draining, to say the least. It came with a lot of late night waiting, early morning yelling, lies, cries, prayers, self-doubt and an unhealthy comfort zone of familiarity. That old mindset of “I didn’t come this far to let some other chicks have him” had set in. I was invested honey and that was my man. I knew when he was lying and what to expect. He would say that he was 20 minutes away and I knew that actually meant an hour. He would make a promise and I would just shrug it off because I knew nothing would come of it. I simply got comfortable with the disappointment.
The day the water bill came, Mr. Ex came home and woke me up out my sleep cussing about the amount of the water bill. Now I am not a morning person, to begin with, so of course, I was pissed that #1. I was waking up before the alarm went off, #2. I was being cussed out #3 he currently wasn’t even paying ANY bills at this point. The bill was a bit outrageous but, I alone assumed the responsibility of paying the bills every month. I was confused as to why he even opened it up, to begin with. After calling to pay the bill, I jumped up to go shower and get ready for work.
Apparently, he was not done arguing because he busted in the bathroom and continued to cuss and fuss. At this point, I knew the argument was not about a bill and as the kids say, I wasn’t going. We started throwing around insults and curse words that would make a sailor blush. Finally, he stormed out of the house. I felt like all the wind was knocked out of me as I sat on the steps and reflected back on the hurtful words. Before I knew it I was standing and my feet started walking me to the bedroom closet. I just started mindlessly packing. My mind had come back from vacation and caught up with my emotions. I was done.
I called one of my Grandmothers and asked if my children and I could come to stay for a while. She could hear the hurt and sadness in my voice. She simply said, “Get your shit I’m on my way” and she didn’t even bother to ask me what happened. Before I could get all the way out the door Mr. Ex came back to the house. With an angry shocked look on his face, he said, “Really, over a water bill you gonna run off? When you gonna come back because I got shit to do tomorrow and I can’t take the kids”. I told him, ” I will be picking them up from school today and I won’t be back. I’m filing for divorce”. I walked out of the house and got into the car without looking back. I had finally found the courage to leave my comfort zone.