I’m in shock.
I’ve just been fired from my dream job.
Working for the same person for 11 years. Virtually no holiday in all that time. No paid leave, hardly any time off.
He expects me to run about after him clearing up his mess. I do his shopping and cooking too.
He’s a right bastard sometimes but, call it coercive control; call it Stockholm Syndrome; I love him.
Now with no warning at all, he turned to me yesterday morning at the bus stop and said :
“Goodbye Mummy, you can go now”
I know it’s not the long term empty nest of the departed teenager off University or a flat share with their mates, but it is a growing sense of their imminent departure. Both welcomed and dreaded at the same time.
On the down side, I’ve lost my five-a-week exercise routine. A bus to school meant a 3 mile walk back home.
On the up side, I’m saving money and calories by no longer ‘just passing’ the café with the chocolate covered frothy capuccino and almond croissants.
Also on the up side, I can luxuriate a little longer under my duvet in the mornings, without the sweary, shouty sprint to the bus stop.
Feelings of rejection from past love affairs come to mind – for I’m under no illusion – this is the greatest love affair of all.
I’ve been fired.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
How about you?