I hate to be a Negative Nancy, but I’m incensed. I didn’t ask The Douche for much in the lines of continuing agreements, post-break up. It’s not like we have child care to think of or alimony. There are no ongoing obligations.
However, there is a venue that we both like to attend. I made the suggestion that for the first year we alternate, because gods know that I have no interest in running into the happy couple socially. He agreed and I thought we were all set.
Last night was supposed to be my “turn.” I sent him a text reminding him that I was planning on attending. He had the nerve to tell me that he wasn’t going to hold up to the schedule and that he and the Strumpet (and her children) would be in attendance and I could, for all intents and purposes, just suck it up. In fact he said that they were probably going to all the remaining events this year and to heck with what we agreed upon.
He knows full well that I won’t go if they are there; it just wouldn’t be enjoyable for me. He’s also quite cognizant of the fact that it’s something important to me. It infuriates me that he deliberately, knowingly, selfishly has taken this experience from me.
The thing is, he’s always been egocentric and self-serving. He didn’t care about my inclinations and needs when we were together, so why would he give me a dribble of consideration now? Of course this continues to solidify for me that he’s not a good person; there isn’t a kind or generous bone in his body. Obviously he doesn’t value me enough, after 14 years together, filled with loyalty, support and sacrifice (on my part), to give me four nights in a year.
The Douche; apropos. And while I’m trying really hard to take the high road, not bad mouth him publically and being conservative with what I share with our friends, I’m really tempted to eviscerate him here…
This may be my new motto –