Guess who's already opened all her presents? This girl. That kinda sucks, but on the other hand I have enough books, lipgloss and spa treatments to take me well into 2014. Also, I have tickets to City and Colour and the Celtic necklace I really, really want on it's way over from Ireland. My friends get me.
In an attempt to be responsible, on the first day of my vacation, I went to the dentist. I honestly hate nothing in life except my stepbrother, the TTC, the old white dudes who run the JWs and brainwash people and the dentist. I think they are all a similar kind of evil, except maybe the dentist really is just trying to help you.
I'll be the first one to admit, as usual, that it's my own fault. I could easily just get a new dentist who isn't located right across the street from my ex-husband's work. I hate change though, so here I am. Lindsay thought it might be a good idea to change my appointment from first thing in the morning to the end of the day, when Travis would definitely be gone home from work. We all know that guy never works past noon.
So I show up, terribly grumpy, but then Linds and I went to the pub, had a glass of wine, Cass showed up and we all decided it would be a splendid idea to go home and make leftover turkey/cranberry/brie grilled sandwiches.
While Cass went to grab the brie, Lindsay and I hit the LCBO for a bottle of wine. Now, the LCBO is crazy this time of year, so we walked in and it was insane. But then, through the crowds, I saw him. A tall, lanky blonde guy wearing earphones and holding a six pack of beer. And without saying anything, this is how it went:
Lindsay: Babe, it's not HIM.
Margaux walks in a daze towards the dude. She hasn't seen her ex-husband in, well I don't really know how long. Years.
Lindsay: Margaux, no!
Margaux keeps walking. This has never happened before but I swear to God he could have been Travis' twin. It wasn't until I was right in front of him, looking him in the eye, that I realized "It's not you." That's what I said right before I walked away and immediately started crying in the liquor store.
At least now we all know exactly what would happen, if I ever ran into him by accident. Thank God it wasn't him, he wasn't with his new wife, he didn't get a chance to shun me. What was I thinking? What would I have said anyways?
I'd like to think though that this incident was a good reflection of how I face life now. Just walk up and look it in the face and accept the consequences, for better or worse, instead of running away and hiding, which is what I used to do for way too long.
Anyways, it's Christmas. Or almost. Mike, Lindsay and I are heading out for midnight mass in a few hours and I think I'm friendly enough with church not to have a panic attack this year. "They" say time heal all wounds, and it's true. Not to say it won't leave you blind, crippled or scarred, but the good thing about life is it keeps trying to make you comfortable and succeeding. This Christmas, I feel blessed. And not just because of all the lipgloss. Those sandwiches were pretty effing awesome too. :)
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