Bank parking spaces are like relationships

They really are like relationships.
You can have a parking space when the bank is open.
It is like banking, lots of work.
There are lots of bills to pay.
There are even penalties for early withdrawal.
However, at some point the bank can close.
All of a sudden there are no penalties.
There are no security guards.
The tellers have gone home for the night.
All of a sudden the parking space takes on new life.
Your car will not get towed (unless you ask real nice).
You find that parking was fun, just not at your old bank.
And if you ask REALLY nice, you might get a fucking toaster.

OMG, why is the toaster joke still funny?
Why do I STILL laugh at that.
Three weeks? Yeah, still funny to me.
What a dipshit.

Oh, back on the subject.
Ok, maybe bank parking spaces have nothing to do with metaphors.
But maybe, just maybe it is a metaphor for this entire blog.
Although this blog starts from the moment the bank closed.
The whole rebirth of hope after that is what I am trying to say.
So many good things since the bank closed.
At some point the whole divorce thing changed.
At the beginning it was The Anguish Project.
But then life became fun and worth doing.
I never would have seen this coming 19 months ago.
And yet today I reflect on it and it is a good thing.
I want to thank my ex for releasing me to this life.
My "steady" want to thank her as well ;-)
I can not imagine life if the ex didn't do that.
Every time I do imagine it I feel yucky.
That should tell you all you need to know.
It tells me all I needed to know
Wish I had known it 19 months ago
But knowledge like this can't be rushed.
It only comes around in it's own sweet time.
Life is good.