Baggage Claim
Mrs. Hyde Speaks Up
Three strikes; you’re out. I’m coming to terms with that statement and I don’t like it one bit.
Six weeks ago, I packed up my stuff, left Mr. Hyde and moved back to my home state. I’m back with my kids, my family and my friends who have all been supportive and loving. My son is starting to enjoy his new school and I’ve found a wonderful new job. Everything just fell right into place and I took that as a confirmation; I made the right choice.
Last week, I cried. It’s really the first time I’ve done it since I left but it seems like now I’ve opened the floodgates. A sideways look, a careless comment, hell, even a sappy commercial gets the flow going. All this rushing to the bathroom to disguise my tears must lead my co-workers and friends to think I have bladder issues. My eyes won’t stop leaking and I know it’s because it’s all beginning to catch up with me.
Until now, I’ve been busy with the business of getting my life setup. The boring, mundane and annoying details of work, home, school and getting established in a new place have kept me busy. Now that things are slowing down, I have time to think.
Don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t been a completely smooth transition. There have been some minor bumps in the road. My car broke down and needed new brakes, rotors, pads, struts and a ton of other mumbo jumbo to the tune of $1300 in unexpected expenses. It took forever for them to do the work and I had to come back twice to get it all complete. It was a hassle getting my vehicle and other paperwork changed over to my new state, but it’s worth it...right?
On the outside, I’m all set. I’m just a mess on the inside. Mr. Hyde’s emails have gone up and down in mood and tone... nothing new there. “Don’t contact my kids or family because I want them to forget you;” “I loved and trusted you and you destroyed me;” “We moved heaven and earth to be together and you don’t care.” His angry bursts or emails never did anything but piss me off in the beginning and at the end; I endured them quietly afraid anything I said would be like pouring gasoline on his angry fire.
