After the Dumping

Last week, my friend Maud from Melbourne said, 'Now you're approaching the end of your first trimester of "being dumped", it's time to come up with an alternative name for it'. I immediately protested that I Loved the Label & had no intention of changing it. 

After all, wasn't that what really happened to me? 

And I absolutely loved the feeling of freedom that comes with not having to hide behind a whole Sea of Crap. 

Maud wasn't the only friend who didn't like the 'Dumped' moniker. Neither did Marge.  Other people clearly didn't like it either, but were either too scared or polite to say anything.

But the truth is that I WAS getting a little tired of 'Being Dumped'. 

So now I want to come up with a New Heading. It's got to be something vaguely positive & life-affirming but with a Slightly Sneery edge. 

I'll let you know when I've thought of it.

PS. Just thought you'd like to know that my Post-Dumping Painting is the wonderful singer, Miss Peggy Lee as Eve, you know like in the Garden with Adam & the Snake.