The Best Gift

Often times the best gifts aren’t material possessions, but rather meaningful words spoken from the heart. I’ve always considered myself old fashioned and sentimental. I love letters and kind gestures.

The best 25th birthday gift was a letter from my ex husband, who I shall now refer to as my best friend because ‘ex husband’ sounds derogatory, especially considering how thoughtful his letter was and the friendship we have:

“Hey Jess,

I wanted to say happy fucking birthday!  You are getting older and slowly realizing that you’re nearing thirty, which means you are closer to 40, and therefore, that much closer to death.

It has been quite the year for sure, around this time last year we were not doing so hot, but we were pushing along.  You were slowly realizing my life would be crazy busy, I was realizing my free time was running short, but we both tried to ignore the elephant in the room and passive-agressivley took it out on each other.

We were both sad, because we understood how much we had been through with each other but also felt that we were going different directions.  We grew with each other, we helped each other through thick and thin, and we were confident we could accomplish whatever we wanted.  However, I believe you always could do it on your own.  When we found each other you did not have a phone, a home, a family, or a credit score.  Today you are an independent woman who is planning her own vacation, but still cannot scrub mold out of her bathroom.  Moreover, I am so glad you can sit in a room with me without wanting to punch me in the face, I am glad we can still talk to each other, and I am glad that we were able to get through this past year without too much drama.  I do care about you Jess, I always will. I want to make sure you’re ok and taken care of, not like you need it, but I want the best for you.

Happy Birthday Jess, you deserve to take a break, relax, and enjoy yourself/those around you.  Although you still cannot drive, I think you are pretty cool.

Happy Birthday Jess,

P.S. I owe you a drink.

Derek Frank”

I teared up as I read it. I couldn’t have asked for a better gift. I never would have thought one of my most heart breaking experiences would turn around and put a smile on my face.

Here’s to the continuation of getting to know myself and unlocking parts of my soul I didn’t know existed. A special thanks to everyone who has been a guide in the process, no matter how big or small your role, I’m eternally grateful for everyone I’ve met and the part they have played in my journey.


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