I’m so furious I can’t even see straight. Is this what a rage blackout feels like?
Do I even want to hash it out? I don’t know if I do. A nice anonymous journal entry that no one but me can see might be preferable. (Side note. Whenever I type “preferable” I want to spell it differently so that people can’t help but read “PREF-ruh-buhl,” because people who say “preFER-able” are the worst kind of people.)
The rub of it is that it’s something I probably should have seen coming? And so I feel stupid. He made me feel stupid. He was telling me all along, kind of in man code but the sharp no-bullshit smart lady I at least pretend to be would have understood the man code. It was dumb of me, start to finish. And there is no worse feeling than realizing you knew something was a bad decision all along and you did it anyway.
And that fact that I was royally dickmatized - like, worst ever and I have been in thrall to the ding dong before - is true but no excuse.
That woman has a “Judging You…” look so powerful she doesn’t even need to aim it.
Her kids must be perfectly behaved.
Well shit, Facebook. Interesting timing on this one.
NOPE NO THANK YOU. #imcold