![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Coincidence? I Think Not
Jul. 28th, 2019 02:59 pmWell, I have just officially gotten rid of the last piece of my disastrous, previous marriage. I know, it's only been 23 years, right?
( Boring Backstory, blah blah blah )
Deep Breath. Okay, I tell you all that just to tell you this story:
In 1996, when my ex threw me out, we had agreed upon certain things I would be allowed to take with me, including a copy of my first set of short stories, my clothes, some furniture and jewelry. He gave me a blank disc and a folder full of junk instead of my writing (which I was never able to recover), and sifted through my jewelry and took a lot of the things I wanted, which I found out later he gave to his next-in-line woman.
But he missed the best of all.
Yes, he was a true narcissistic wanker, but he did buy quality jewelry, and the most expensive thing he bought me, aside from my marriage rings, which I sold years ago to pay for some crisis, was a gorgeous blue topaz pendant on a 24K solid gold rope chain:
( Behold The Pendant! )
I have held onto it all this time, and I'm not really sure why, except that it was valuable and I didn't want to just give it away. But yesterday I saw it again and I thought, "What the hell. I'm needing to lay my hands on every speck of dosh I can between now and September; why not see if it will sell?"
I put it on Facebook Marketplace, and within 24 hours, I have the money in my hands, and this cursed piece of jewelry is out of my life and can now go to someone else's house and be cleansed of the bad juju I always associated with it. In the 23 years since we split, I have never worn it, to my remembrance. It just seemed to embody his toxicity, and I wanted no part of it. I undersold the hell out of it, but I don't really care. I never have to see it again, and with it went the last piece of our awful, doomed marriage.
See what happens when I don't come here for awhile? I talk your ears off.
( Boring Backstory, blah blah blah )
Deep Breath. Okay, I tell you all that just to tell you this story:
In 1996, when my ex threw me out, we had agreed upon certain things I would be allowed to take with me, including a copy of my first set of short stories, my clothes, some furniture and jewelry. He gave me a blank disc and a folder full of junk instead of my writing (which I was never able to recover), and sifted through my jewelry and took a lot of the things I wanted, which I found out later he gave to his next-in-line woman.
But he missed the best of all.
Yes, he was a true narcissistic wanker, but he did buy quality jewelry, and the most expensive thing he bought me, aside from my marriage rings, which I sold years ago to pay for some crisis, was a gorgeous blue topaz pendant on a 24K solid gold rope chain:
( Behold The Pendant! )
I have held onto it all this time, and I'm not really sure why, except that it was valuable and I didn't want to just give it away. But yesterday I saw it again and I thought, "What the hell. I'm needing to lay my hands on every speck of dosh I can between now and September; why not see if it will sell?"
I put it on Facebook Marketplace, and within 24 hours, I have the money in my hands, and this cursed piece of jewelry is out of my life and can now go to someone else's house and be cleansed of the bad juju I always associated with it. In the 23 years since we split, I have never worn it, to my remembrance. It just seemed to embody his toxicity, and I wanted no part of it. I undersold the hell out of it, but I don't really care. I never have to see it again, and with it went the last piece of our awful, doomed marriage.
See what happens when I don't come here for awhile? I talk your ears off.
