A prolific and gifted writer whom I admire to the moon and beyond said this about the piece I wrote and am sharing with you today: “Oh, Jodie. So good. I mean, really. Best words I’ve seen from you so far. Clear, specific, gut-wrenching. Love so much.”
Who can say how I got started? I told one lie and then another and it just snowballed from there.
I don’t want this moment back because I miss it. I want it back because I missed it.
You won’t see it coming, the affair. It’ll blindside you, bring you to your knees, and leave you feeling like you’ll never recover from it. Getting up and moving forward, in whichever direction you choose, will be one of the hardest things you ever attempt to do. So incredibly hard, you’ll think it impossible. At least that’s how it was when it happened to me.
I did it AGAIN. I gave in and had a heaping helping of jealousy with some envy sprinkled over-generously on top for bad measure. Within minutes I felt sick. And I know better. I know exactly how rotten my insides will feel just moments after I reach for jealousy and gulp it down. And I always gulp it down, because there is no savoring jealousy.