As the morning wears on, I am asking myself why I am even grieving the loss of this relationship? I mean, seriously? This man in unscrupulous, he told me he was bad, but by all that is holy, I never believed anyone could do this to anyone else. It’s monstrous. What is there to grieve? Betty Boop did me a HUGE favor, showing up on the scene, needing to use him for something else. HUGE.
Thank you Betty Boop.
For two days of pain, I will save a lifetime of any more pain from this man. There will be no more chances to “take another little piece of my heart, now baby.” Imagine if this had gone on, if she had wanted to stay married to her “revenge” husband, and he had visited me in Florida? What terror might he have visited on me then? And between now and then?
Why would any sane person want anything to do with this guy? You’d have to be as sociopathic as him, and I have no doubt she is, with her history. She played him one up, she used him better than he used her. Two complete losers in my book.
God, I got off easy. With only a little loss of my dignity, and self esteem. Thank God, he wanted to be on his own this summer, and didn’t use the summer to suck me in deeper. Thank God. Everything happens for a reason, doesn’t it?
I am disgusted with myself (but I’ll get over it) for ever giving him the time of day, for ever lavishing the love on him that I did. For ever thinking he was capable of being a decent human being. But you know…all I did was love him. I did nothing evil, or mean, or hurtful to him.
Although, I’m sure when he reads this, he will say I’m crucifying him. Because he only sees what he feels, he is incapable of seeing what another feels, or of seeing and being accountable for the damage he does to innocent people.
Maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll get angry enough at me to stop reading my blog. I wish he would. Go on about his business with Betty Boop, I’m sure there is an urgent need for him there. A new car, a divorce that needs paying for. Of course, first she’ll have to schmooze him, but I give her credit, on being able to do what she did on his birthday in January of last year when he was diagnosed with cancer, after she got a new kitchen out of him. Well played Betty Boop. I’m sure he deserved it. And he’s right back in for more. You sure are good at it, girl.
When clarity comes, it comes like a hurricane force wind. So happy to be free.