First things first, that’s safeguarding the singleness. Like it or not, Baby Girl, when you’re pronounced single, you’re on your own. That’s why I dried my eyes, threw out those soppy greens, and took myself right down to the HD to buy new locks for all the doors and windows. Surprise, surprise--didn’t know I could change a door lock, but that night, I change three of them bad boys. And, a word of solid advice, if you don’t already have an alarm system, get one and use it. I did.
The next day, I took off from work. Not to worry, I had a full day’s work ahead of me--shutting down my old bank accounts, opening up new ones (with new pin #s and passwords), amending the list of beneficiaries, updating insurance policies, separating from previous credit card accounts, and changing my email address. By sundown, I’d done all of that and completed billing name changes for the utility and cable statements, too.
Whew! Your girl, Fedora C. is T-totally pooped just thinking about all that stuff. Gonna take an ice tea break for now. Don’t miss part 3 of “No Time for Cryin’ in Your Collard Greens.” Later . . .
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