This post has been a Long Time Coming.
Way back in May when I first discovered that the Fuckwit Ex would rather pursue a relationship with someone else’s girlfriend than his own a few people started telling me about Saturn Rising (or Saturn Returns).
Apparently this phenomenon occurs around a person’s late twenties or early thirties and results in great upheaval. It’s not a bad thing, per se: it’s just bloody upsetting until the dust settles and you look around and realise that thank God, you’re not stuck in that miserable relationship/job/house/life that’s been your one and only constant for who knows how many years.
Well, whether you’re into that sort of thing or not I think most people would agree that life gets a bit scary between the ages of 28 and 32.
My BFF (some might even call her my BMFF) Haz-Mo’s Ma – ever the pragmatist – decided that it was less of a case of Saturn Rising, and more of an occasion for satin to rise and decreed that at first opportunity I was to find a satin dress and I was to wear it out on the town and enjoy myself.
Well, darling. This one’s for you.
Thankyou for being such an amazing support to me over the last, umn, fourteen years – especially for the last five months when you were subjected to any number of hysterical weepie phone calls at all hours (especially considering that fact that you’re a new Mum, and I’m sure that the last thing you wanted to do during your free moments is listen to more uncontrollable crying!). Thankyou for taking hours out of every day to listen patiently to me while I listed the same grievances over and over again. Thankyou for teaching me how to laugh at the love poetry, the emails, the portraits, and for telling me that she’s a four and I’m a ten. Thankyou for getting angry on my behalf and for saying “I’ll fucking kill him” so I didn’t have to. You’re my compass, and I love you.
I’m extraordinarily lucky with my friends – I want to thank everyone for supporting me through this particularly nasty personal crisis. I couldn’t have done it without you guys and your selfless, generous, loving care. Thanks for getting me out of the house, for letting me crash your date night, for invitations to dinner (and other, more eye-opening evenings out!). Thanks for the just-because SMS’s and the thought-you-might-need-it phone calls. I love you all.
Now, I’m a little soggy, so on to less emotive topics: Awesome shoes.
Am I right, or am I right?