We talk a lot here about getting to the “other side” — so today’s Friday Challenge goes out to anyone who has left a cheater, to describe the moment of freedom. How did you leave and how did it feel? Did you collapse in a heap? Raise a glass with friends? Shoot off fireworks?
It can be any moment in the leave-a-cheater-gain-a-life march. Speaking for myself, there was first a bewildering absence of drama. The sensation of no contact. I could be alone in my head.
On actually leaving, I pulled off quite a heist. I packed a 3,500-square foot house in under 3 hours with the help of a moving company and a girlfriend and two teenagers. I had been plotting the escape for months with detailed spreadsheets. The day of, my neighbor was my sentry guard. I left “for work” (to pick up the rental truck) and the neighbor called with the all clear. Cheater was gone.
After the moving crew did their thing, I arrived at my new home giddy. My friend and I went to a local pub and raised a glass. It was exhilarating.
A few hours later, the cheater returned to a nearly empty house, with utility shut-off notices (they were in my name… chump). Neighbor said she could hear his screaming.
That’s a neat ending to a messy story. Because of course, it wasn’t all bravery. I was frightened at times. I wobbled. I didn’t know how the story would play out. These things are always acts of faith in yourself. But I do remember in that moment how proud I felt and how RELIEVED.
Your turn. Tell me how you did it. Encourage the newbies.