Until today, I’ve never really thought of the benefits of dating a wid. There’s some downfalls of course, like the unpredictable emotional swings of grief, but the upside is ideal. What brings this way of thinking on? Well upon having a 12 hour work day, I felt my phone vibrate and had a Facebook messenger notification from a girl I don’t even know. A girl who I’ve never met before, and lives well over 1,000 miles away. Sitting in my inbox was a novella from Mike’s ex-girlfriend.
This is peculiar, I thought to myself. To give background without over sharing, Mike and I have been working on ourselves in the recent weeks. It’s caused a rift, and we’re working on it. I’ve been blessed with knowing what true love and having a soulmate is all about, and when I feel something is worth my time I do cherish it. I cherish the time I spend with Mike and like many relationships there’s ups and downs. However, never could I imagine a person waiting in the peanut gallery who from a distance tracks my relationship be prepared to sling and cast doubt.
This pissed me off. Which brings me to my next point of why dating a wid is great; no obstreperous ex to pipe in and give their words of wisdom.
I am not taking kindly to a person who so purposefully tried to impede my personal life. I take care of myself, I have gone through hell and back and have improved myself physically, emotionally, mentally and maturely. I am strong, and acts of weakness from people of my own gender bother me. What was to be gained by this? What was the purpose? Take care of your own life and butt out of mine.