After I gave birth, I put on a bit of weight. It wasnt much, but enough for my husband to start complaining about itconstantly, in fact. He never said, “It’s alright, love, youre still the best,” or offered even a shred of patience while I tried to get back to myself. Instead, he simply walked out. He left so suddenly that one day, he just didnt come home at all. There I was, left holding a babyno need to explain further, Im sure you get the picture.
Eventually, I grew weary of wallowing in self-pity, and somewhere deep down, I found the strength to return to life. I decided to get myself a dog and began jogging with him every morning. I started working on my abs fiercely. It was tough emotionally, but it kept my mind off the dark thoughts. I grew used to exercise and, when I finally landed a job, I signed up at the local gym.
Unlike the coach at our community centre, the fitness trainer at the gym turned out to be incredibly attentive and patient. After a few years of regular workouts, I didnt just get my figure backI improved it, to say the least. At least by half again! For the first time in ages, I loved myself and my body again.
One afternoon, on my way home, gym bag slung over my shoulder and still in my workout clothes, I spotted my ex-husband standing by the front door. He was holding flowers and chocolates… Apparently ringing the doorbell, but my son refused to answer. It struck me then: this was my chance to live out the dream of so many abandoned women
To make him writhe with regret. I flung my arms behind my head, did five quick sit-ups, adjusted my top, and strode towards him
And do you know what he said? Excuse me, miss, do you live in this building? Could you let me in?
I couldnt help but chuckle bitterly, covering my face with my hands as a wave of indescribable triumph swept over me. He grew suddenly irritated. Whats so funny? he demanded. Why are you laughing?
I quietly replied, In the registry office When we promised to love and protect Then, looking him squarely in the eye, I said, I still cant help but laugh.
He glanced away, thrown. Can I at least see my son? he pleaded.
Out of the question. Leave Now, I said, with no humour in my voice. I watched as he walked away, turning to look at me more than once. But it made no difference. Dreams do come true, if you want them enough.
