I love painting my room, it's so empowering, especially since it's such a bold purple. I have been at it for the better part of this evening. It's starting to look amazing and I love that I will have my shrine to me in front of it. Everyone should have a shrine to themselves, but that's another post.......
I was sitting on my bed last night and the soon to be ex came in to talk to me about the principessa. As he turned to walk out he saw the beginnings of the purple paint on my wall and he gasped. He actually gasped! My inner bitch took such great glee in that gasp. It was music to my ears and I reveled in it for the rest of the night.
It's bitter sweet when I think of that gasp. It's over between us, it has been for a log time, I certainly don't feel romantic love, passion, or desire for him any more, but for years I had been trying to get him to gasp at me, in a good gasping way. Maybe all it would have taken was for me to paint myself purple.
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