“Heav’n has no rage like love to hatred turn’d
Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn’d.”
~ William Congreve
Today I found out the day he will be connected to his arranged breeding partner — next month. He did not have the balls or the courtesy to tell me himself.
I hope she treats him exactly the way he treated me: with secrecy, shame, withholding, lies, and sneaking.
I hope she has terrible body hair, body odor, rotten teeth and bad breath.
I hope she is frigid and demanding and boring.
I hope she bores and disgusts him over time.
I hope she fights with all of the “family”.
I hope he is embarrassed to be seen with her.
I hope he misses me every second of his “wedding” day.
If the prophet Ezekiel can reflect a jealous god in ancient texts, I can lament too.
May he have the pain he caused me. May it simply come back on him.
I hope the weather on that “wedding” day is windy, cold, dark and dank.
I hope she can never get pregnant. All the silly hypocrisy and bondage for nothing.
May it be.
Thank you for reading and being my therapist /: ))