So. After my blog last night, I received the first of several angry emails from the ex. Things turned nasty. Gloves were most certainly off. Blame was aimed everywhere. "Who broke that lamp in 1972? It was you, Eddie!" That sort of thing. Crazy accusations ensued. Some of my past mistakes were brought up and thrown in my face. The fact that I stayed in an unhappy marriage for nearly a decade came flying at me like an accusation: Why could I give THAT guy ten years but not give HIM another chance after only two?
Next came the name calling. And the comparison shit. "You're no better than me" was typed a couple of times and I think he even called me a mental case. And I kept replying to his stupid emails because I was worried about him and not sure what he would do. I realize that this makes me a sucker and an enabler, but when I am that worried about someone else's welfare, it is nearly impossible for me to turn away.
Cut to me discussing the entire episode with a friend/therapist, and here I am spending the night with my parents, afraid that things could escalate to an ugly place. How did I get here?? How is it that I am forced out of my fabulous new single gal home because I am afraid of multiple phone calls and possible unwanted visits? I just don't understand what brought me to this point. Tonight I will pray to the god of perspective to let me in on what the hell is going on, here, in my life. And while I am at it, I will also pray to Vishnu, Thor, and Cliff Burton, for reasons entirely of my own.
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