Divorced April Fool's Day 2014
I totally get it. I have those fantasies at least once a day--great dramatic scenes packed with biting one-liners and ending with me strolling nonchalantly away and leaving her in tears.
But I know it would not matter--even if I did. It would not penetrate these people's sense of entitlement and justification for their misdeeds. I think we just cannot conceive of the mental gymnastics and defensive walls they have erected around themselves.
These fantasies have, however, greatly diminished. I used to be plagued by them hourly. So I guess that suggests I am on my way to indifference. But damn, that clock moves slowly.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.