
Note: I promise updates on the moving saga will continue when I close on my current home. I will say that I deserve some good Karma points for allowing (at my suggestion) the new owners to store their stuff in the separate pole barn. Sometimes, I’m too nice for my own good. I say that not as a pat on the back, but more of a “why do I have to be so empathetic that I offer things that cause me unnecessary stress?”. However, in the end, I’ve got to be true to my character. Now in other news…
I did something that I want to explain, not excuse, because I don’t feel bad about it.
As relationships end, anger (and thoughts of revenge) can become a part of your grieving process, especially when a third party is involved. So, I did a thing…
When my ex and I separated, I had returned (per his request) photos of his family, which were separate from our wedding album. Therefore, I ended up with all of the wedding photos and mementos. Since I am moving, I thought I would leave that energy behind and decided to go through all of the pictures and keep the ones of my family and friends, which left a whole lot of others to be discarded. So, I thought that I would be gracious and send him some of the larger “family” photos from our wedding album, i.e., pictures of us at our wedding. And I may have included a note that bandied about the words “gaslighting, manipulative f@#ker” and “duplicitous whore” (I’m quite proud of that one) that I sent last Friday.
Now before I sent it, I shared this note with two people. The first person was my sister, one of my strongest supporters during everything and all she asked was are you sure. When I said I was, she threw her support behind me, even if she might not have agreed with my decision.
The second person was my friend Jake, who rightfully pointed out that I was better than that. And for the most part I am.
But I have taken the high road the time and again over the last three years. When the divorce was imminent, I packed his stuff. I played nice throughout the entire mediation process for our divorce decree even as I stilled suffered with depression. I agreed to allow him to keep the stuff he was getting in the divorce at my house for 5 months – all the while he was house hunting with the other woman. I kept him updated on the health of my dog up until 2020. Until this letter I only referred to the woman who helped to destroy our marriage as mistress. Even before we officially separated, I endured some very unpleasant, and in one case despicable behavior. And still I was (mostly) nice. I just decided it was time to not be nice, hence the letter.
Did I debate about it while standing in line at the post office? Of course I did, but I went ahead and did it anyway because I think everyone deserves one moment of legal, non-violent revenge to close out that chapter of your life. And compared to the other ideas I had in mind (and there were many), this seemed the least likely to get me arrested. So, I sent it and now we are done on my terms.
I tell this story for two reasons. First, if you are the one constantly taking the high road and need some form of ending on your terms that is not illegal, violent or involves children, then I support you. Pick one idea (out of the multitudes you’ve thought of) that will allow you to move on and do it. Second, if you are their support person let them do what they must, just pull them back if the idea violates the illegal/violent/involves children clause. But let them have one moment (whether you agree or not), to let the anger out, especially if they have done nothing but go high.
One low moment does not define you. It only makes you human.





