Weekend. I was at the computer, inventing a new pin for my Pinterest. The husband came up and said that I am the perfect wife.
I almost dropped the mouse (PC mouse) out of my hands.
My ex-husband (the one from a previous life) tried to make me the perfect wife. He taught me how to live, what and how to do. I honestly tried, especially at first, but everything was hopeless, probably genes…
And right now I don’t know what to think. All I needed to do was just to be myself. Flighty, creative, funny, sensitive, sad, caring, attentive.
And then I remembered the tale of the Ugly Duckling. Clarissa Pinkola Estes deciphered it in the book “Women who Run with Wolves”. The book is complicated, you can’t read it while cooking borscht. I read it slowly and partially. That’s why my friend Lena explained the transcript to me. I am sincerely grateful to her for that.
So, referring to Clarissa, the problem was not at all in the duckling. He wasn’t ugly, he was different. Everything was resolved when he found his pack.
The next day I was driving home from work and not for the first time I thought that I probably did something right in my life, that I ended up where I am now.