Psycho bitches, qu'est-ce que?
Thursday, October 29, 2009 at 7:55AM I hate this song.
For so many reasons, and on so many levels, but primarily because it wouldn't matter how badly I'd misbehaved, if anyone ever trashed my car, I'd make sure they spent at least one night in the hoosgow. Seriously.
You know what you do to a partner who screws around? You leave him/her. And you find yourself a much better one, and you enjoy the hell out of your new relationship. The cliche really is true: Living Well Is The Best Revenge.
I've only pulled the Psycho Ex routine once in my life. My first husband got physical with me when I was seven months pregnant with our son--I beat him so hard he bled from his eyeballs, and then I packed a bag and booked a flight back to Texas. Before I left for the airport, I put a gash about an eighth of an inch deep down the side of his cream-colored 1963 Split-Window Corvette Coupe. From headlight to taillight. In some places, it went all the way through the metal*.
It's been almost 30 years, and I still feel shitty about it. I always will.
The gouge, of course. Not the beating**.
You never go wrong being the bigger person. And I don't know that you agree, but in my opinion, revenge is never actually all that sweet.
* I ran it down the metal-wrapped corner edge of a pumpkin cart in the parking lot of the Star Market. Oh, if you'd seen the horror on people's faces.
** As far as I'm concerned, if you hit someone, you'd better be prepared to get hit back. And if you hit a woman, you should probably expect some sort of leveler. Like, say, a ring full of keys wrapped around a fist.
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I believe this is why Carrie Underwood's song is so popular. Who hasn't wanted to gouge those leather seats and stick it to the tires and use a shopping cart as a weapon? lol
You know you are over it when "revenge" is out of your vocabulary. I go the Oprah route (and it makes me gag and throw up a little...) in that everything that has gone before has led me to the place I am now... and I try to be/feel grateful but sometimes, in the wee hours of the morning, I still have murderous thoughts...
Then I toss down a bon-bon, click to HBO, listen to the slumbering sounds of dogs, cat, and human loves, blissfully and contendedly sawing away the night.
Yeah. So there, motherfuckers!
*grin*
Natalie, sing it, sister! Revenge is such a time and energy waster.