Destination

Over three decades ago,

a strapping monster of a man

with a wee, little conscience,

moved me from my tiny home town

to 'the big city' far away.

Little did I know

that his brains were all in his biceps

and his heart was horrifically unfaithful.

The troubles he caused me

are indefinably deep and unhealing.

But ...

without that journey,

I would never have had 

to get a second job

to pay the bills he left me with

and I would have never met my Victor

at said job.

I don't abhor the asshat that moved me.

He did selfish, heartless things,

but that journey was necessary

to be where I am.

I do not hate the bumpy road.

What I learned is immeasurable

and the destination

is extraordinary.

(Am I still talking about me???)