So after spending probably three months literally glued to each other, going on short trips and getaways and other things couples do during the geting-back-together period, The Diver starts a new 9-5 job today.
I am happy for him. It all happened when I asked him one day, "why don't you try something outside the oil & gas industry?" and by a stroke of luck, after asking an ex-colleague of mine about job opportunities in her current workplace, there was one opening that suited The Diver well.
I am happy for us, because once again we're back on our feet and are financially more stable.
Can one feel happy and shitty at the same time? Of course one can.
During his last couple of months at work last year was the time he strayed. Too trusting of me that I even close one eye when he was flirting with her on Instagram. I was THAT trusting, but when one day I called him and didn't get through, I really thought something was off. And then a few times when he said his boss wanted him to stay back a while, and it was weird because he basically was not doing much work by then because it was his final few weeks already. So many memories that still hurt.
So him working reminded me of those cheating days. But then again, him not working doesn't guarantee that he wouldn't cheat.
We're closer than ever now. And I'm also glad to say that I am a calmer person than who I was last year. I love myself more, and after going through the traumatic phase, I know my self worth.
And most importantly, I know who loves me, unconditionally and wholeheartedly.
