I had one living in my house! Although to be fair, I didn't realise this until I found snuggly pictures of him on his computer with a girl that wasn't me - and realised this was the one he'd been MSNing for hours on end each night... as if THAT was put-uppable-with by itself.
Deciding to play The Woman Scorned was quick, not thought out, but in the end, very carthartic. When my marriage ended, I Maintained a Dignified Silence and this time I thought, "What the hell?". So he came to pick up his stuff (with Mummy, no less) on Wednesday just gone and carried home: a computer less 400-odd music files, all the photos of me bar one entitled `One to remind you what you lost', and a beautiful mink blanket with a rather large hole in the middle. This was all carried out after I outed the pair of them online. And left all his stuff out in the rain.
The Nice Girl in me felt rather guilty at wreaking all this distruction, but it was largely overshadowed by the most delicious feeling of... shadenfreud, I think it is called? That wickedly lovely feeling of satisfaction you get over someone else's misery. I'm not normally the sort of woman who would resort to such despicably immature behaviour (honest, I'm not!), but I swear I would not be as far along the road to recovery if I'd just let him off the hook.
So, while donning my Evil Ex hat this time around, I don't think it would be a costume I would want to wear every time. It was nice for once, but I'll be reasonable next time... I promise.
Deciding to play The Woman Scorned was quick, not thought out, but in the end, very carthartic. When my marriage ended, I Maintained a Dignified Silence and this time I thought, "What the hell?". So he came to pick up his stuff (with Mummy, no less) on Wednesday just gone and carried home: a computer less 400-odd music files, all the photos of me bar one entitled `One to remind you what you lost', and a beautiful mink blanket with a rather large hole in the middle. This was all carried out after I outed the pair of them online. And left all his stuff out in the rain.
The Nice Girl in me felt rather guilty at wreaking all this distruction, but it was largely overshadowed by the most delicious feeling of... shadenfreud, I think it is called? That wickedly lovely feeling of satisfaction you get over someone else's misery. I'm not normally the sort of woman who would resort to such despicably immature behaviour (honest, I'm not!), but I swear I would not be as far along the road to recovery if I'd just let him off the hook.
So, while donning my Evil Ex hat this time around, I don't think it would be a costume I would want to wear every time. It was nice for once, but I'll be reasonable next time... I promise.
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Well, no wonder your headaches cleared up! lol It is cathargic for women to sometimes throw things upon the lawn. I hope you never have to endure a "next time."
Thanks Barbara, me too... but you know how it goes - That which doesn't kill me makes me stronger. I feel a kind of relief, almost... and having the weekends to myself is quite a novelty!
God men are dicks. I often wonder what is the point. I guess your bloke's online girl was a dick too.
Is that the guy you were seeing when I was working with you?
Not that I've had to opportunity to wreak it, but I think revenge would be very satisfying.
Martha - YES, men are dicks (Sorry to the nice ones for the generalisation). Yes, his online girl is a dick, too... whereupon I don't know whether to feel insulted or even gladder to be rid of him.
Violet - when did you leave? I'd been seeing this one since quite late last year; you might have JUST missed it.
see, Violet told me you were such a nice girl, but now I see how Wicked you truly are! I'm impressed!
Editter - eek! I really am nice - I'm a fanatical believer in karma/threefold law, but there's a first time for everything and karma didn't even enter my head this time. Now I'm embarrassed... lol.
so nice girls can't do revenge? That's so unfair!
I left in January this year, so it's probably the same guy.
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