When I walked into the office at the storage rental place, I’m sure the rage I was feeling was radiating off me in waves. The manager dude walked me over to look at a unit so I could decide if it was the right size.
“What will you be putting in here?” he asked.
“All of the personal possessions I have left. No furniture, mostly boxes.”
“I’m really sorry you’re having troubles. How long?” he asked.
“Eleven years, and enough is enough!” I replied.
“Well, I hope this move is a good one for you…”
“It can’t get any worse!” I was beginning to wind up and he could see it.
“Just don’t become a man hater,” he said, “there are a lot of us good guys out there and it would be a shame if you didn’t find that out some day…”
Very wise man, and he knew exactly when to make me laugh. It was so strange to talk with a man who could see what I was feeling and actually did something to make a total stranger feel a little better on what was obviously a terrible day for her.
Anyway. M is treating me like I’m the best thing since sliced bread and I hope he can see in my face that I know it’s all bullshit. No word on when he will be leaving town, but it can’t come soon enough. More on our “discussion” the other day later…