So the other day, my ex came in with a woman who I thought was an elderly neighbor that he was helping out, or at the very least an elderly customer who was having trouble with an industrial size microwave. Turned out the Elderly woman was his girlfriend! Dear Gods in heaven...all I could do was stand there with my hand over my mouth, my eyes big with disbelief. Okay, so here comes the snarky, bitter, petty crap. This chick was short, at least 5′4 (okay maybe not short) but she is heavy set with long grey hair. The first thing that popped into my thoughts was that she looks like a cartoon grandmother. The dress she was wearing was more like a smock, it did absolutely nothing for her and she waddled away. Yes. I am petty. Some day I hope to get over it but for 15 years he called me so many ugly things that I would have, maybe felt better if he had someone who was at least interesting to look at. Someone I could have at least thought, “yeah, that’s the type he likes.” 

Out of curiosity, I asked my daughter about this chick. Gods, bless her, she has zero interest in this chick, doesn’t even know her name but she did crack up laughing when I told her that the girlfriend looks like a cartoon grandmother and has now taken to calling said chick “granny.” She gets her snark from me. It’s deep in her DNA. Sorry. Not sorry.

My Sir said to me earlier, “you know how you know when you are over someone? When you can see them and wish them well.” I had to apologize to him because I went through 15 years of hell and it’s not that I don’t want to wish my ex well. Honestly I feel sorry for granny because a narcissist can not change and a sociopathic narcissist that is “two steps above being a serial killer” ABSOLUTLY WILL NOT CHANGE. My Sir knows that he has a ton of my shit that he has to go through. This is one of many. I love him for being so patient with me and just letting me vent as I know he will vent about his ex.