leslieism

I don’t recommend reading this unless you have read Part One.  Also, please note that English is not my second language nor am I dyslexic.   This story can only be told in a haphazard manner.
Try to follow me as I continue on:

So, I came to the conclusion that I was 95-98% positive about my decision to proclaim my love. 
I commenced my proclamation and an internal jubilee ensued.  Trumpets played and confetti blew out of my chest.  That’s what it felt like anyhow…I had no idea I felt so much pressure in my bosom, my lungs, my heart, and it disappeared as soon as I manned up. I went to sleep with a smile that night.

Okay. Fast forward two weeks later.  I will not go into much details about  the break-up. I cried. We parted as friends. I think he might be suffering from a mental handicap. Not really. The end.

Two hours later I had court with my ex-husband. I know, not exactly “the best day ever!”  EXCEPT, a shift in the universe took place(and according to the latest personality test I’ve taken, “I’m in harmony with the universe”) and I let go. I let go of things I didn’t even know I was holding on to.  This is the best I got to explain this phenomenon. I didn’t realize I was harboring resentment, like an escaped convict…it snuck up on me and held me hostage. And all of a sudden, without warning, SWAT showed up and threw resentment in solitary confinement in a maximum security prison. 

To be continued…