It's been 15 months since DDay #2 and since I started my single life. And here's a small happy story for a Saturday morning, as a proof point for thriving after infidelity. Just sharing a little sunshine.
I'm visiting one of my kids out of state. We are meeting up shortly, but I was awake early so decided to explore the farmer's market that is across the street from my hotel this morning. Found a cute coffee shop and got in line, because, being a beautiful Saturday and the farmer's market day, there was a line for coffee. Chatted with other customers, enjoyed the vibe, and eventually got what was a fantastically good iced Americano. Walked around from there, enjoyed the market, saw lots of cute dogs, soaked up the sun. A perfect vacation morning.
Walking back to my hotel, I suddenly had the thought that if I'd been with XWH, none of this would have happened. He refused to wait in line for anything, which now I suspect relates to his narcissism (lines are for other people, but his time is too valuable to be wasted in a line). I could never understand it, as the time it would take to go back to the car, drive to another restaurant / coffee shop, find parking, walk inside, get seated, etc. would be longer than if we'd just stayed at the first place and waited. But he was intensely adamant, and there were countless outings ruined over the years because of his explosiveness about lines and then the whole getting-back-in-the-car and driving elsewhere routine. We all have our quirks and things that make us crazy - his was waiting in line - but it made me smile to think about how peaceful my life is now. I had such a lovely morning even though my morning included waiting in a LONG line. And it was all good. (-:
