Busy, Busy Girl
Mrs. Hyde Speaks Up
I don’t have time to be stressed out. Mr. Hyde’s antics used to completely consume me; now they are barely a blip on my radar. It’s helping me move forward, but it’s driving him crazy.
Since being home, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my kids, my friends, and my family. I’ve taken fun night classes and filled up my evenings with all the things I’ve been missing out on for the last few years. I’ve kept so busy I’ve actually told people ‘no’ when a schedule conflict comes up. Me saying no and choosing to do something I want? Now there’s a welcome change!
I’ve reconnected with family and old friends and even hung out with a guy or two. I’m taking things slow and I’m definitely gun shy, but I smile now. I wake up looking forward to each day and I’m hopeful for the future.
Mr. Hyde has continued to deteriorate. His emails are getting increasing desperate. I don’t know how much of it is true and how much is exaggerated and frankly, I don’t care. It’s not my problem anymore.
Maybe I’m a cold-hearted bitch for saying that, but after everything he put me through, everything I sacrificed for him and all I did to try to get him help, I can’t help but find it hard to give a crap.
His last email to me was about how he spent 6 days in the hospital because he collapsed after having a panic attack. I’m not a monster; I told him I hoped he recovered and said I hope they figured out what happened so they could help him. Well, the crap came right back…he said I KNEW why it happened.
Is he freakin’ kidding me? I’M the reason he went to the hospital?? I must be one evil witch if I can fit putting him in the hospital into my busy schedule…and do it from 600 miles away…damn I’m good! All this because I won’t send him dirty pictures? Naked pictures of me are somehow vital to his health and well-being?
