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Today was a good day. But it was also an interesting day.
The girl I worked with in check in today is also going through a seperation/divorce. Her's is still very fresh. And she wasnt married for very long. I dont even think 6 months. At one point she looked at me with tears in her eyes, going, "just how are you so strong". I told her, I to have my moments of tears and weakness. Some even at work. But I just know what I have to do to survive every day.
She took a moment to recover. I stayed in check in, pondering my strengh.
A short time later, one of the male hairdressers comes over to me. I was like do you need something. He goes on, nothing, cept to tell you how beautiful you look today. He then gave me a really big hug and kissed me on the head. He is like I love this outfit on you. I was complimented all day long and I felt amazing. Its a whole 'nother world when the gay male hairdressers tell you how good you look.
I then took a moment to recover, cause it made me so happy, I cried.
I was called cute, adorable, sexy, and beautiful all in one day. And thats just from my coworkers. Every once in a while when I'm wearing my hair down, even the guests will comment on my hair. It just sends me reeling. I love getting compliments now. Which is a world of difference of where I was a year ago. And I say thank you graciously.
I had a lovely lunch of some diced beef loin, and salad, 10-12 croutons, and a little salad dressing.
Dinner was almost stale pita that I took from the leftovers from art walk last night and tuna.
While eating those pita's covered in mushy tuna, I just smiled to myself. For I'm just happy. Sure I have my moments. Sure there is still a part of me that longs for my husband. Sure I still have love in my heart for him. But I'm happy.
Today was a good day. Gonna futz around on the computer for a little longer, then get to bed around 11:15 or so, read for a bit then get to bed. As tomorrow is another day.
edit: one quick little edit. I do have to confess that there is still a part of me that keeps hope alive for a reconciliation. A part of me that wishes that I will get flowers at work, or just some sort of something along the way of him saying, I completly screwed up, can we work on this. Somehow, in the course of our relationship, I became a sucker for the storybook ending. I know I wasnt this way before.
The girl I worked with in check in today is also going through a seperation/divorce. Her's is still very fresh. And she wasnt married for very long. I dont even think 6 months. At one point she looked at me with tears in her eyes, going, "just how are you so strong". I told her, I to have my moments of tears and weakness. Some even at work. But I just know what I have to do to survive every day.
She took a moment to recover. I stayed in check in, pondering my strengh.
A short time later, one of the male hairdressers comes over to me. I was like do you need something. He goes on, nothing, cept to tell you how beautiful you look today. He then gave me a really big hug and kissed me on the head. He is like I love this outfit on you. I was complimented all day long and I felt amazing. Its a whole 'nother world when the gay male hairdressers tell you how good you look.
I then took a moment to recover, cause it made me so happy, I cried.
I was called cute, adorable, sexy, and beautiful all in one day. And thats just from my coworkers. Every once in a while when I'm wearing my hair down, even the guests will comment on my hair. It just sends me reeling. I love getting compliments now. Which is a world of difference of where I was a year ago. And I say thank you graciously.
I had a lovely lunch of some diced beef loin, and salad, 10-12 croutons, and a little salad dressing.
Dinner was almost stale pita that I took from the leftovers from art walk last night and tuna.
While eating those pita's covered in mushy tuna, I just smiled to myself. For I'm just happy. Sure I have my moments. Sure there is still a part of me that longs for my husband. Sure I still have love in my heart for him. But I'm happy.
Today was a good day. Gonna futz around on the computer for a little longer, then get to bed around 11:15 or so, read for a bit then get to bed. As tomorrow is another day.
edit: one quick little edit. I do have to confess that there is still a part of me that keeps hope alive for a reconciliation. A part of me that wishes that I will get flowers at work, or just some sort of something along the way of him saying, I completly screwed up, can we work on this. Somehow, in the course of our relationship, I became a sucker for the storybook ending. I know I wasnt this way before.
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