Yes, you read that right. Last week, while celebrating my independence, I sent a dozen dark pink roses to The Other Woman. Dark pink roses symbolize gratitude and I’m feeling rather grateful these days.
The snarky way of explaining my actions would be to say that my ex is an ass and I’m oh-so-happy that he is out of my life. But those of you who know me know better. I don’t believe in badmouthing exes. In truth, this has nothing to do with him and very little to do with her.
I sent flowers because I was ready to put my money where my mouth is. I was ready to “walk my talk”, to truly express appreciation for my current circumstances.
The flowers aren’t to say the hurt is gone. It’s not. My gesture doesn’t mean that I condone her tactics. What she did was selfish, immature, unethical and downright destructive. She caused an abundance of pain for a lot of people, and she was “blissfully joyful” about the outcomes of her efforts.
I think the Hurricane Analogy explains it best: Everyone knows hurricanes cause mass devastation. They level homes. They uproot that which was once healthy and thriving. Within a matter of hours, well-known landscapes become unrecognizable. It sucks. It really, really sucks. However. Anyone who has walked on the beach after a storm knows that this is when the ocean churns up some of her deepest treasures and places them at our feet.
I lost my home. I lost my family. Yet, as the sun rises on this new day, it warms away the cold, dark places and further illuminates the unforeseen gifts that otherwise would have remained buried. I discovered a different perspective, some wonderful new friends and a few old dreams I forgot I had. It’s enough to reclaim and rebuild my life. And for that, I am thankful.