best served cold

i won't go into detail, because i'm frankly too tired of it all to bother, but i will say the ex sure outdid herself this week with her petty obsessive compulsions. there was a moment when i was compelled to answer the bell, but, thankfully, it passed without my having committed the indiscretion. (helpfully, at my weakest point, she wasn't able to answer calls anyway, so i was saved the decision).

what i'm looking forward to today is the cold dish i'm earning with every passing slight, sling and arrow. where once was compassion, there is now only a bemused taste for schadenfreude. luckily for me, her inability to help herself means i won't even have to do anything to achieve it. she just keeps digging her own holes, and the simple fact that i no longer need to extend a hand down to help her out is sufficient. yes, she can still rankle me from within her own self-tormented world, but respite from that is completely within my own power to give me.

the summer weather is on its way. life is good.