Being the bigger person

Rise above it.

Don’t let it get to you.

What goes around comes around.

Be the bigger person.

All true things that I have said to friends.  Right now I couldn’t give a big shiny fuck about those sayings.  You know the old adage, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?  Well I can assure you that heel hath no fury like a woman who has heard some of the outrageous nonsense spread about her by her idiot ex husband.

I know that I shouldn’t let it get to me.  I have a lovely life filled with good friends, family, laughter and love.  But I could so easily go round there and punch him in his big, lying face.

I wish that I wasn’t wasting any energy or brain space on him.  I know that his life must be so empty if he needs to spend his time making up stories about me. I know that he is incapable of accepting responsibility for his own shitty behaviour and therefore needs to blame everyone else for any outside perceived failings that he may have.

I know.

I haven’t even seen him in over a year.

I should breathe deeply. Count to ten. Put it to one side and have a glass of wine.

And I will.  In a little while.  I already feel much better after angrily smashing away at the keyboard of my laptop.

The yummy aroma coming from the stove is also cheering me up.

In fact now I have ranted it’s all ok.

Thanks for listening.  We should do this again.  Next time I will listen to your problems.