All this talk about wearing the Pearls of Believability made me remember a lovely little gift the Almost-Ex gave me on the day I defended my thesis.
He gave me a string of beautiful, black pearls with matching earrings. It was so thoughtful and kind.
But as I look back on it, the gift makes me laugh. Not because we're undoing all this. Not because it's in a drawer with lots of other pretty stuff I am pretty sure I will never wear again. Not because the last gift he gave me was a...umm, what was that? Oh yeah, a card.
It makes me laugh looking back on that because he gave me a pearl necklace. For getting a degree in Women Studies.
A pearl necklace, people. For a degree in being an ass-kicking, empowered, independent woman.
Let that sink in a bit. And when the irony strikes you, come on back and I'll pour you a nice gimlet and we'll laugh a little bit more about it together. Maybe even make a plan for how this single mama's going to get her a double-strand next time.