So today was a very odd day. It was a day that started out tense and negative. Yet it ended on a pretty good note! Life changing actually. Life changing in a good way. Good for ME.
So with my post of yesterday I was up late last night worried about going to court on my last appearance to resolve the domestic violence charges against me. Those charges actually were reduced, last year, to a stupid misdemeanor ‘disturbing the peace’ conviction but still being arrested, charged with a felony and faced with the possibility of my whole family and career being destroyed was highly traumatic. As I try to move past this trauma I was itching to get this episode resolved but yet I was dreading dealing with the less than understanding court.
As part my misdemeanor pleading I was ordered to attend 52 sessions of anger management classes. (More about them later.) I completed them all on time so that was in my favor when I appeared in front of the Judge today.
“A gold star for you! I am glad to see you took this seriously,” said the judge.
It was not the nice lady judge I had before. Damn. Strike one. This time it was a little tiny judge who I’ll call: Tiny Judge. Seriously another tiny male judge?! WTF? Why do I get all the short judges with Napoleon complexes? Well that wasn’t in my favor… strike two. Especially when I wore my 3 inch boots! Ooops… well at least my outfit was fierce.
Green wanted to address the court and asked remove the restraining order against me but Tiny Judge wouldn’t hear it. Again just like the other stupid short judge. I guess I look terrifying in my boots. All 125 pounds of me. Green weights 220.
So in his brilliantly lazy decision, Tiny Judge said, “Well she has less than a year left on her probation. And she hasn’t had any issues, she seems ok under it. Let’s just leave it in place.” He paused to look at me but spoke to Green. “Well let me ask, Mr. Green… Are you afraid of Ms. Flaca?”
I had to restrain myself from laughing out loud. This whole thing is truly absurd.
Green took a deep breath and in his best lawyer voice replied, “No your honor, I am not afraid of her. I know the court took the restraining order out in an abundance of caution but it is not necessary. It makes our parenting and reconciling our marriage more difficult.”
Tiny Judge turned to the DA and the DA just shrugged. Are you f’g kidding me? A shrug was going to decide my fate in living the next 9 months under the weight of a stupid restraining order? What the hell?! Court on a Friday was not good to me. These guys all wanted to leave early for the day. Ugh.
As I was leaving the court I was obviously mad at Green. It was not seething ‘I am gonna punch you’ mad but just really ‘I cant believe this is my stupid husband’ mad. Saddened that the sum of his actions – his immaturity, his selfishness and his screwed up narcissistic nature had gotten us here. He said he was sorry. He said we should go have breakfast so that I would feel better. I agreed, yes he was stupid and I was hungry. On the way to the car Green said he knew I was humiliated and deeply hurt by the experience and that it wasn’t fair that I was the one who paid the price for all his bad decisions. I agreed. Stupid stupid Green.
And then I got a text and saw that I had a missed call and an email. Odd. Who was trying to reach me so badly? When I checked my messages my heart jumped. I was nervous because it was from a woman with whom I had talked, over the summer in several informal meetings, about a new job.
- It was a role that would nearly double my salary.
- One that would surely double my national presence in my field.
- One that would triple the highest departmental budget I had EVER independently managed on any campaign or project.
- I never allowed myself to think I might get the job. Hoping for good things is not my strong suit anymore.
Well now I showed the text to Green. My jaw dropped. Green’s green eyes sparkled and he kissed my cheek. It was a message with a very enthusiastic offer to join their national team. Their senior team. In fact, it was almost pleading and apologizing for the fact they had taken so long to make me a formal offer.
Shut the front door! Out of the blue… my crummy day had turned completely around! And it was only 10 am?! Was this a joke?!
I didn’t care who heard me… instead I cheered through tears as Green drove to our favorite breakfast bar… “Fuck yeah haters! I win. I win!!!”
Green was happy for me. He said I deserved it. He said that I was a good person who deserved the recognition for my hard work. I wholeheartedly agreed.
Today I was given a true blessing. A reminder that in the darkest hours there is room for opportunity. To turn the bad into good.
Actually, dear reader, do you remember that the time before last I was at that VERY SAME courthouse I later successfully passed a high level contract with the city council! With a good pay out as a result?! Did I just win another round of punching bags & pay checks?!
Is this karma?
I don’t know. But I sure do see Lady Opportunity smiling at me. I will think it over and most likely formally accept the job over the weekend.
Who knows, reader… Maybe that courthouse and slapping Green was really just my GOOD CHARM after all????