Run For Your Life

run-hiI recently saw my ex pedaling on his bicycle looking haggard and quite frayed around the edges.  He stopped…we chatted.  And forgive me for this, but I whispered into the ethers…thank you God for giving me the strength to run.

I remember eight years ago how all of my friends short of an intervention, gathered to say…you are nuts if you leave him.  You will never find another rich man at your age Susannah, whatever are you thinking?

I wasn’t thinking about anything but reclaiming my life after living his for far too long, something that occurs when you get involved with someone so wealthy and vain.  His existence was bigger, so mine got eaten up.

He was also an alcoholic and womanizer, but money is supposed to trump this, but trust me, it doesn’t.

Our union was never based on love anyway, but mutual need.  His to take care of someone with me being the poster child in the throes of getting over someone else who almost put my lights out…

he and his checkbook swooping in like a tipsy hawk to save me.

Going through a divorce with an Asian woman who was Mao in designer clothes, wanting everything short of his kidneys.  Never in my life had I witnessed such ruthlessness thinking…wow, she’d be so hot on the lecture circuit.  His fear of her wasn’t much of a turn on either.

Let me just say, love…real three-ply carbonized love, to borrow from writer, Anne Lamott, needs to exist between two people in the beginning because you need that reference on the back end when everything cools.

And it does, in one way or another,

My friend Camille screamed, just hang in there…drink if you have to…but he’ll pay the Con-Ed and take you to Paris for your birthday…and don’t forget the new Manolos comin out in the spring.

I’m not as sassy, smart or sandal conscious as Camille, and there’s always Shoe Town for a new pair of flats since my freedom means more to me than an overpriced pair of slingbacks.

But she was right, I haven’t met another rich man since.  But do you know who I did meet?

ME..

and I kinda like her.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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18 Responses to Run For Your Life

  1. micklively says:

    Your readers kinda like her too! She has such a great heart. Give her my best wishes, if you should happen to bump into her today.

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  2. Well me ain’t so bad. In fact I happen to like me. So I’d say you made the right choice, Susannah. :O)

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  3. Ah yes, my ex was narcissistic. However he hide it with a friendly veneer and was loved by all but those closest to him. After 12 years, he traded me in for someone half my age and it’s the best present he could have given me. I was able to grow. I didn’t have this thing dragging me down and holding me back. Yes, he had money but it didn’t buy me what I needed most. I was able to get a great job, move up and buy all that shit for myself. I know what you mean about the ethers. Saw my ex a year ago and afterward I got down and kissed the earth for saving me. Leopards may age but they don’t change their spots. The spots just get saggy and less enticing.

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  4. Patricia says:

    Money can be a trap. Sort of like a beautiful glistening web that is home for a spider filled with poison.

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  5. Can I get an Amen over here?!

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  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    You have great strength of character, Susannah. I had me a multi-millionaire back in the early 70s when one million was a really big deal. He wanted to get married, but I just couldn’t make myself love him. And boy, did I try! I did like him a lot, but knew it wasn’t enough. I’d say we both made the right decision.

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