Thank you. Thank you so very much. Let me explain.
It all began last year.
I'm not a song writer. Even so, melodies pop into my head usually accompanied by ridiculous lyrics.I forget most of them. The one for my soul-mate Siamese cat Ben... His song is here to stay.
He's my big brown balled blue-eyed baby Ben.
Oh my God where have you been.
All my life lookin' for a friend,
You're my big brown balled blue-eyed baby Ben.
So last year I was in the middle of that contentious divorce. I represented myself. I didn't get one bit of the marital estate. I should have received 50%. With an attorney and
especially considering #4's behavior, I'm sure I would have been awarded more than that. But that wasn't what I counter-sued for. I sued for my self respect, self worth and dignity.
I refused to allow him to abuse me one time and throw me in the trash as he walked out the door! He may taken everything with him, but he did not win in court.
He has his own song.
Get a good look as I turn and walk away
You'll never find another lover like me.
No one to hold you up when your down.
No one who understands your moods.
No one to sing sweat lullabies.
No Mr Mustard or Polythene Pam
No Sun King or Long and Winding Roads
......
More or less, that's how it goes.
My divorce was final last August. That part of my life is
over. I'm
done with it. It's the
past. I've moved on! I won.
But damn it, I can't get that melody of my head! No matter what I do, it's still there. It's he first thing I hear in the morning and the last thing I hear at night.
I tried running.
I tried hiding.
I tried drowning it out with other music, but the melody is louder.
During conversations, when I'm trying to figure out something, playing games that require all of my mind, all of my focus and attention.
I even moved to a different state.
IT'S ALWAYS THERE.
ALWAYS!
Until last night. And that's where you come in
@Condobloke and this is why I'm so grateful to you.
For the first time in an entire year and possibly more, I did not hear that melody when I fell asleep last night. It was not the first thing I heard when I woke up this morning and it's not the melody I heard in my head while got ready for the day.
Today I woke up to Cotton Picken Kids playing 'I'll Fly Away' and that's what I heard myself singing when it occurred to me that I'm finally free.
Thank you!