My ex texted me to congratulate me on graduating, which was a pleasant surprise. We talked about post grad life in our hometown, living with our parents again, and starting work. When I told him what I was doing, he made fun of me. “Wow, you didn’t get your MRS degree like you hoped so you’re gonna play Suzy Homemaker huh? Hahaha”
Fuck you. Fuck you very much.
Today is my first day of work as a full time nanny. I’m thrilled. As a communication studies and psychology graduate, this is the perfect direct application of both developmental psych, and interpersonal comm, which were my focuses. I get to play and snuggle with a 6 month old little boy during the day, and then spend time with him and his 3.5 y/o brother when he gets home from Montessori school in the afternoon. The family is kind and generous. They live in a gorgeous home, in a safe and affluent neighborhood. The pay is phenomenal. I’m gaining experience working with children and discovering if communication, psychology, or even education is the field I want to pursue in my masters. I’m using my degree, and building a foundation for higher ed. I found a job I’m passionate about, and am starting work just two weeks after graduation. I’m very lucky, but I am also a hard worker and believe I earned this opportunity.
He’s a clerical bitch some home builder’s office after he was rejected for OCS at Quantico. He got a degree in fucking Spanish and theraputic recreation. Way to put that to work, bro. Oh wait, actually, he gets some use out of it sine he’s also a part time assistant lacrosse coach for his alma mater private school, making less than minimum wage. A round of applause, please!
I’m making more than him as a woman fresh out of college, and yes, I am very glad I spent four years in school to become a nanny. He can kiss my ass.
This motherfucker expected me to marry him a few years ago, and either drop out to be a stay at home mom, or go to med school to appease his parent’s desire to have a doctor in the family, and be the breadwinner for him. All of that is so twisted. Thank God we broke up, I changed majors, and spent this summer finishing my degree. Thank God I learned to love myself, and someone who encourages MY goals for myself and accepts me as I am.
Do not challenge my intellect or the integrity of my work.
And go fuck yourself.
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