Tuesday, October 11, 2011
September 2003 after 12 years of marriage my then husband informed me that he was moving onto greener pastures. He moved and took along with him his cow or who also was otherwise known as my best friend.
January 2004 was my first birthday alone. T. came home and gave me my gift. It was a mug. A mug that my soon to be ex bought at the dollar store. T. made me a cup of tea in my new mug and I drank my tea forcing it past the lump in my throat. That night after I put T. to bed, I cried.
When I looked at the mug I saw 12 years of marriage. Frequent Navy long deployments. Infidelity. Alcoholism. Physical abuse. Mental abuse. Working while he earned his degree. Sacrificing financially. Rehab. Adultery. Humiliation. Lose of friends. Lose of family. This man who had put me through so much figured I was worth $1.00.
As time passed whenever I used the mug, I could only ever think of what it represented. At the beginning of the year when we moved and I was unpacking I unwrapped the mug and I smiled.
The mug is now in the china cabinet in between the Lladro and Waterford. This mug is truly the most priceless gift I have ever received. This mug represents who I am today.