What kind of an asshole…?

Before I start this post, I wanted to take care of a few small housekeeping details. First, the format is still being designed, so bear with me as I learn new things with WordPress. Second, I will attempt to open this post for comments because I’m really curious about you’re “What kind of an asshole…” story

Now on to the main feature! While there were a lot of things that have bothered me about the way my ex-husband handled our divorce, I have mostly processed a lot of the emotions save for one in particular.

The other day I was again reminded that he actually took my bike with his when he left. I mean it’s about 20 years old and hasn’t been ridden much in the last few years because the road I live on the speed limit is 55 and you know no one does the limit. I obviously didn’t feel safe taking my bike out and neither did he because he hadn’t ridden his either. But when I realized he took my bike, I thought what kind of asshole steals his wife’s bike? And then gives it to his mistress?  I mean, I shake my head in wonder every time it pops into my head. It’s such a small and petty thing to do.

However, in the words of Jeff Lewis (well his therapist and many others I’m sure), I’m reframing. When I move to a safer street, I will buy a brand-new bike that will probably suit me better. Win for me, Woo Hoo!

But it got me thinking that others of you have similar stories. At the end of a relationship, whether it be family, friend or romantic, what was the one small thing that made you shake your head in disbelief and ask what kind of asshole does that? I say small because the big stuff is obvious, like cheating, stealing, treating you badly. But the one thing that I half-kid about is my bike, because I was like really, my bike?! 

I know those stories are out there, so let’s hear them and then your positive reframing of the situation. But yes, the bike thing still bugs me 🤣🤣🤣