| SallyK wrote:
Glad you are also back my friend. 🥰🍁🌻🦙💗
I wish all my exes lived in Texas. But unfortunately one lives here. And he is a thief of joy. Of my joy. He does not want me, but he does ...
Your story hit home, and I’m so sorry you’ve been dealing with that scandalous thief of joy. It’s amazing how long they can draw out the torture they’ve opted to inflict. You are pretty incredible, so I understand why he wouldn’t want anyone else to have you either. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know how to take care of you. I can’t wait to hear about your next adventure. Growth is always uncomfortable, but rewarding.
The Cinderella Trick-
As fun as being sneaky and leaving my belongings behind sounds, this is a different type of tale. If you’ve seen Disney’s original Cinderella, you may remember a scene between the heroin and Bruno, the dog. He had been dreaming, and Cinderella asked him if he was dreaming about chasing the cat Lucifer. He nodded emphatically, and she questioned him further: “Did you catch him this time”? To which he nodded emphatically again. Then Cinderella admonishes him, saying “That’s bad”! This is how my last appointment with my surgeon went. She asked about my activity levels, and I proudly told her everything I’ve been accomplishing. Cooking dinner, cleaning, and so on. She nodded along, listening intently. Then she asked how sore I’ve been. I could feel the conversation was shifting at this point. She followed up with “How tired are you getting”? I knew I was in trouble. She had Cinderella tricked me. 🤦🏼♀️ I’ve been instructed to rest more, and count my progress in holidays. Memorial Day doesn’t count, so my next big milestone is July 4th. I’m frustrated because I want to speed everything up, and feel amazing. I’m equally grateful to have a caring surgeon that knows me too well. It’s okay to slow down and heal. ❤️