In terms of carrying on like a Queen, I can 100% attest that that is happening. Post Grad Masters is going swimmingly and will be finished in the Summer, huge promotion and payrise incoming, making great strides at work in what is a fairly rare/groundbreaking role here, and of course, I got ultra fit, slim, huge glow up and generally 'glowing' all over to the point that all our mutual friends and colleagues are commenting on it all - smug, smug smiles here.
Fair enough, I think I fuelled a lot of those changes with 'spite' in the early days, however, I've maintained all the changes and actually feel great for them.
So, let me count these up here....
1) You are NOT sitting at home in your rocking chair in a huge pile of snotty Kleenexes crocheting lace doilies and pining away for your wayward Mid-Lifer?
HOW DARE YOU GO AND GET A LIFE! 20 Lashes with a wet noodle for you!
2) You went to a gig with a "rather fit, tall male companion" that he also attended with his playdate and her gum-chewing 20's crew and he saw you? (See #1 above and add about 9 gallons of Habanero-laced jealousy sauce that he chugged with his beer to it).
Not only have your gotten a life but you are being found "ATTRACTIVE" by someone else AND were in said company... in public.... .... (that "thud" you heard was not only his jaw hitting the floor but also the rope hitting dock as you dropped it and sailed off into the sunset while he is still trying to fight his way out of a fishing net... or a paper bag...)
Up that to 40 lashes with a Wet Noodle.....
3) You are in the process of achieving your dream of further education and a new career goal and him? Oh yeah, he's still playing in the sandbox with the other children.... and when he is reminded that you are doing just fine without his constant .... guidance? attention? support? whatever it was that he felt he was providing, he starts stomping around, ducking through doorways and generally throwing his toys out of the pram....
Do I have that right?
As far as OW and her ring obsession on FakeBook....... (Another UM-ism is inbound)
You: "Doctor, it REALLY hurts when I stab myself in the nose with this Barbeque fork..... "
Doc: "Well then how about if you try STOP STABBING YOURSELF IN THE NOSE WITH THE BARBEQUE FORK?!?"
Me - 61, xW - 54
Together 19 years - Married 17 at separation & 21 at D-Day
S - 17, D - 13
1 Dog
BD#1 - August 2015
Atomic BD - 13 Dec 2015
House sold & separated - Mar 2016
Divorce final 30 August 2019
Moved on in life
Survival Instructions for NewbiesSite Map A "friend" will not "stand by you" no matter what you do. That is NOT a friend. That is an enabler. That is an accomplice.
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REAL friend will sit you down and tell you to your face to stop being a firetrucking idiot before you ruin your life and the lives of those around you.