I want to write a MyTake about moving on after a bad relationship, but I need some input from you guys before I finish it.
Think about any relationship you have been in that ended poorly or if you haven't had one, then give a hypothetical answer. The person cheated, or was just a bad SO for various reasons but whatever they did, it hurt you to the core and caused you to go into some type of deep depression or mad you extremely sad/angry/upset. Or maybe they did something to you AFTER the break up just to be spiteful.
Whatever the case, if you could get revenge on your ex (without hurting them physically) and get away with it, as in, no repercussions on you whatsoever, would you do it or would you be the bigger person and move forward with life?
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I have found that the best course of action is to watch and wait for the wheels of karma to turn.
To quote Sun Tzu: “If you wait by the river long enough, the bodies of your enemies will float by.”
I shall offer an example.
The one serious girlfriend I had when I was younger than 30 broke my heart in a way that could be a script for a bad soap opera.
We dated for a year. After years of rejections and being kept awake at night by a pain in my soul, so strong was my need for that one special girl to love, I thought that my dreams had come true. I fell hard, very hard. By the end of that year I was as deeply and passionately in love as it was possible to be.
What was actually happening was that I was being played. I was being used as a diversion, so that her parents would not suspect that she was maintaining a secret relationship with a bad boy of whom they disapproved.
The truth came out on 17 December, 1978, when she skipped town with him and left a note pinned to her pillow.
I had a complete meltdown. I spent many nights reciting Shakespeare to a Colt 1911.
After 10 weeks, she was back. She had become pregnant, so he had thrown her on to the street because she would soon be no longer able to go out to work to support him.
I was so stupid that I offered to forgive her. She laughed in my face.
I had to leave that city and move 1,000 miles away, because whenever we bumped into each other I fell to pieces.
In 2005 I was appointed editor of a newspaper in a small rural city, about 1,600 miles away from where the events occurred.
One day, an intense storm cell ripped through a nearby small down. Houses were flattened and there was general mayhem.
As my photographer and I drove through the town, we saw a woman and some children standing beside a pile of wreckage that used to be a house.
We stopped and walked over. It was her.
She had three children, to three different men by the look of them. She had been living on welfare, in a welfare house. She and her children now had no shelter, no food and no money.
In that instant, I had a rush of schadenfreude that bordered on the orgasmic.
The body of an enemy did indeed float past.