“Heav’n has no rage like love to hatred turn’d 

Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn’d.” 

~ William Congreve

angry Indian goddess
Angry Indian Goddess

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 /: ))




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