Going, going, gone
Golden Handcuffs = Held Hostage By Pay & Benefits
I did it.
Today I cut those golden handcuffs.
How do I feel? Betrayed, injured, like I've been in a battle...and I lost.
In two weeks I start the next stage of my life. I'm scared, I'm sad, I feel like I've lost part of my family--but you know what? I'm okay. I'm going out on my terms. Part of me feels relieved...like I've had a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. No longer will I have to go to work each morning and wonder what kind of mood someone is in. No longer will I have to dumb myself down just to make someone else feel better about themselves. No longer will I have to pray that no one compliments me on a job I've done well so that she won't fly into a rage.
No longer will I have a paycheck (yikes...scary thought after 25 years in the workforce).
Life is good. I have the most wonderful husband who doesn't mind if I become an unemployed bum who sponges off of him for awhile. My daughters have been great too.
I'll soon be free to travel to AZ to see my new grandbaby or my dad or my brothers or Vegas or Russia or a beach somewhere.
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
Won't it?

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I'm proud of you Sister.