What I really want is my 15 years back.
I gave my ex-husband so many of my precious years, my late 20’s all the way through to my early 40’s.
I lost the entirety of my 30’s to him.
A decade of days and nights.
I’m a greedy bitch!
I’m full of venom. I want to bite him on his fat hoof and howl the words into his ignorant face, crouched down like a dangerous, indignant snake made of pure vengeance.
“I don’t want apologies, I want my fucking time back.”
Which is impossible unless I owned a time-machine.
As I write this, I picture him taking another selfie to put online with the hope of snagging himself yet another piece of ass, only now it’s a different wife that’s wasting her time on him.
And one day she’ll be the one who wants her time back, just like I do now.
Therapy brings up all sorts of goodies.