Plumber came yesterday. He somehow tested the lines and said the cut off valve doesn't leak. So he blew out the lines, in what seemed a very complicated way, and said all is well. Fingers crossed on that.
While the plumber was here, he mentioned he had seen my "buddy" just before coming here. When I asked who that was, he named my ex. The one who, 43 years ago, beat me up and strangled me. I survived only due to the intervention of a bystander. Without going into a lot of detail, let me say that it changed me, my children, and my life. I am always looking over my shoulder and I take what others may believe to be extreme security measures. (He lives just down the road from me.) Turns out the ex is not much longer for this world -- end stage prostate cancer with mets to bone.
In my mind, I was ecstatic! Outwardly, however, I responded with , "Oh, how sad", "that's too bad", and "sorry to hear this". (They are friends.) After the plumber left, I called my BFF, texted my siblings and my daughters, put my shoes on, grabbed my keys, and drove back to town (had just been there earlier), bought two bottles of champagne and a pizza. The champagne: one bottle (Andre, $13.00) for last night, and one (French champagne, $55.00) for after the SOB dies.
The store checkout person asked, "Didn't I just see you here earlier?" I replied, "Yes. But when I got home, I had some Very Good News, so I am celebrating." When she saw the price of that bottle of champagne, she said, "What a celebration!" I laughed and the man behind me in line smiled at me.
Upon arrival at home, I ditched the bra, turned the heat up to 70F !!!, then switched the TV/DVD player on (at 2:30 in the afternoon!!), watched The First Wives Club, Auntie Mame, and part of The Hobbit, all while sipping on that champagne. Left the pizza in the fridge, had fish, salad, and lemon pudding with chocolate chips for dinner. Left the dishes to do this morning.
I prayed to God to send him to Hell for the equivalent of 43 years. I prayed for his death to be a long, drawn-out agony. I prayed for forgiveness for these thoughts. If there is a funeral/memorial service, what could I do? Imagining revenge. All while doing a happy dance! It feels like Freedom! Now (or soon) it is (or will soon be) over. OVER. No more lock on the front gate. No more weapons in various rooms for self defense. No more flood lights, no need for adding cameras, no rush to finish the fence. No more scanning every person I see in town, in case he is there. I can't believe it. It's emancipation day!