Two Exes Wasted My Time. So I Sent Them Invoices.
Can the attempt to get paid by men who disappointed me deliver something bigger than healing?
Days after my 32nd birthday, I sat hunched over my computer typing feverishly into oblivion as the sky darkened outside. It was Memorial Day weekend and instead of being at someone’s barbecue drunkenly two-stepping to Earth, Wind & Fire I was drafting invoices — two invoices — to two men from my past that I had been enamored with. Invoices to reckon with the pain and anger I was feeling. The only shards that I was left with when the romance was over.
Both relationships had soured for different reasons. But sadly, each had the same, predictable end. So, I gathered up all the time I lost as my rage funneled into a foreboding and ferocious cloud. My desire was to tangibly contend with multitudes of regrets.
I filled in their names, how they could pay — my preference was PayPal because I’d get the money instantly — and proceeded to list out my gripes. I mean, line items.
And so, I typed, as the sun set, the cicadas starting to roar, and lightning bugs flitting through the heavy, humid air of yet another Southern summer in…
