Hello Other Boyfriend!

The woman I was dating
looked like the Dominican version of
Sophia Loren. 
I was smitten. 
She lived in the Bronx, and
worked as a Physicians Assistant
at Montifiore Hospital. 

She was smart,
sexy, responsible,
spiritual,
handled her finances well,
a great cook and
a fine human being.
 
I had a copy of her apartment key and
stopped by unannounced to surprise her,
when I walked in and she was sitting
with a Dominican gentleman
drinking wine.  
As Private Gomer Pyle says, 
“Surprise, surprise, surprise!”
 
I could see by her embarrassed face, 
it was more than a social call.
I walked into the kitchen and kept saying, 
“Be the bigger person,  the bigger person.” 
Damn I was pissed and
wanted to stick a kitchen knife in his eye.
 
“Oh this is Jose.  We work together. 
We work the same shift on Wednesdays and
commute to and from work together. 
We are just work mates.”  
A month later she broke up with me,
to be with Jose.
 
I was heartbroken and felt betrayed
by the woman of my dreams. 
I could not let go. 

The heartbreak was a gift that
helped me release 40 years
of stuffed feelings. 
The withdrawl pain was terrible
but necessary. 
It felt like death. 

It was not actual death,
but death of the ego, 
which helped me
connect with True Self.
 
As Joseph Campbell says, 
“The cave we fear to enter
holds our treasure.” 
I was disillusioned. 
My illusion needed to be
“dissed.” 

I learned to become my best friend,  and
to enjoy my own company. 
If another breaks up with, 
I no longer lose myself, 
because today I have a self. 

I no longer give my power away.

No more empty wells.

I am my own best friend.