Sometimes the Universe is just trying to tell us something…
We don’t see the cosmic signs right away, but we sense them. Only later, you look at the situation and think OMG, a SIGN FROM GOD I WAS BEING A CHUMP!
For me it was a truckload of cow shit. My 40th birthday was 2 months before my first D-Day and I just ordered myself a truckload of manure to spread on my new garden in the new house I’d just bought with the new (cheating) husband. I literally shoveled shit on my 40th birthday. Ankle deep in cow poop on my birthday I thought… hmmm, this is a metaphor for something.
And then my “metaphor” called me 6 weeks later — the OW informing me of her existence.
For my husband, it was searing eye pain. He used to wake up in the middle of the night with excruciating pain in his eyes, and feared he was going blind. After D-Day, it went away. Now he says it was like God saying “OPEN YOUR EYES!” Weird, huh?
I thought of today’s post after my husband and I spent the weekend with someone dear to me who just found out she’d been chumped after 20+ years of marriage. I won’t go into the ghastly details, except to say they’re ghastly. But as she was telling us her story, she mentioned that her STBX had a penchant for buying clunkers (he couldn’t afford) at car auctions and having decimated their finances, her car was one of his crappy, unreliable purchases.
She’s driving long-distance in this “new” clunker and she realizes all the check engine lights are on. STBX assures her it’s fine. So she drives the thing — 40,000 miles! — but the lights keep flashing. So she gets some tape and covers up the dashboard so she doesn’t see the light.
At that point my husband exclaimed: “THAT’S A CHUMP METAPHOR!”
So today’s question is — what’s your chump metaphor? What was your chumpy sign from God you didn’t read quite right? A burning bush? A load of shit? Inexplicable blindness?