After I gave birth, I put on a bit of weight. It wasnt much, but My husband immediately started complaining about my appearance and couldnt seem to stop. Instead of saying, Its alright, love, youre still the best, and waiting patiently for me to feel myself again, he took off. He left so abruptly that one day he just never came back. There I was, cradling my child, alone. No need to go into detailsyou can imagine how it was.
I had days where Id stand by the window and think about ending it all, but eventually, something inside me snapped. I found the strength to pull myself back together. I got myself a Labrador and started jogging each morning through the misty parks. I forced myself to work on my core, pushing through, even when my spirit was at its lowest. Bit by bit, the dark thoughts faded as I built a rhythm with the sport.
Once I managed to land a job as a secretary, I joined a fitness club down the lane. The trainer at our local gym, Andrew, was a rare sortthoughtful and endlessly patient. Years passed, and with each visit, I didnt just reclaim my old shape; I started to improve it, sculpting every curve. My self-worth grew from somewhere deep within, and I looked in the mirror and saw someone I actually loved.
One evening, after a session, still in my leggings, gym bag slung over my arm, I spotted my ex-husband waiting by my front door. He stood there, clutching a bouquet of lilies and a box of chocolates. I watched as he rang the bell over and overmy son refused to answer. That was when it hit me: right here, right now, I could live the dream of every woman whos ever been left.
I could make him weep with regret.
I tossed my hair up, did five quick squats on the spot, squared my shoulders, and strode up to him.
Do you know what he said to me?
Excuse me, miss, do you live in this building? Mind opening the door?
I laughed bitterly, covering my face with my hands. That triumphant feeling surged through me. I stepped away.
Did I say something funny? He snapped, agitated. Whats so amusing?
I looked straight at him and replied, At the registry, when we made vowsto love and protect Suddenly, all I can do is laugh! I didnt let him see a hint of warmth. He faltered.
Can I at least see my son? he pleaded.
Get out. Just leave.
I watched him go, turning back for another look, then another. But it was pointless. That was the end. Dreams do come true, if you want them enough.
