I was having a shower and I started having thoughts about X2. They were not good thoughts.
I was remembering her standing in the kitchen, screaming at me, then pulling a cork bulletin board from the wall and throwing it at me and shouting, "I used to feel sorry for you and your retarded children."
And here's the thing: I actually tried to reason with her.
And as I stood in the shower remembering that scene, it occurred to me that that's what love can do to you. (Or at least what it did to me, but I've sniffed the same scent on other guys as I watched them humbly bestride their small worlds like colossally pussy-whipped men.) Love can make you so desperate for The Other that you put up with way more shit than any sensible human being would put up with.
That bitch deserved to have her mouth smacked.
Instead I tried to reason with her. Tried to be conciliatory. Tried to placate her.
Well . . . lesson learned. Just took a few years for it to really sink in.
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