They tell me that the sign of a great person is the ability to lose with grace and dignity. I've been thinking about that a lot, lately, and trying to work my way past the hurt, and the pain, and the rage.
Well, the game is over. I didn't think of it as a game, I never did... I never thought there'd be a "winner" and a "loser" in this. I meant it when I said "forever," and you didn't.
Fine.
Maybe you meant it, but, in my world, "forever" doesn't mean "until some slut comes along and waves her tits in my face." But, hey, if that's what you wanted, well, then, that's what you've got, now.
You've got a girl who would cheat on her man to grab somebody with a bigger paycheck. And she's got a man who'd cheat on his wife. And me, I got left with nothing.
You know what?
After due consideration, I don't think I need to lose with grace and dignity... because I didn't lose anything worth losing, after all.
Very eloquently put, Luna. You deserve the best, anyway.
:)
It sounds to me like you got the best end of this deal. He's going to end up miserable.
Thanks, I do, and he will. And I don't have to do a fucking thing to ensure it.
Yeah, you definitely came out the winner in this one, no matter how much it hurt to get there.
I came to the realization that I miss my dog more than I miss him.
Then you definitely win. I was talking to my brother today on gmail chat about his divorce. He is coming to realize climbing inside a vodka bottle when he's at a loose end is not the way to go. Thank GAWD. I told him You know, your kids need you, and you need to hang on to what's good about your life BEYOND her. You need to find a way to survive POST-HER.
But he has to, in the end, do this himself. No amount of urging from me is going to solve that. Bully for you, Luna, that your self-realization is so very healthy at this level. It's a tough fucking road to hoe, this "I can survive the fuckedtardedness they've handed me on a silverfuckingplatter" shit.
It still hurts, don't get me wrong... And seeing him with her is twisting the knife in all sorts of unpleasant ways. (This is brought to mind by an upcoming SCA event next weekend that they'll likely attend.)
Some of that, though... That's wounded pride.
I'll get over it.