Suburban Goddess

I hate spent a great deal of time & effort in my life to repress the redneckness that occasionally tries to scratch it’s way out of the doublewide within…

…however, on occasion, I am finding that it’s actually therapeutic to let her out. If someone insists on trying to cut you down, and insults you, and stabs you in the back, what kind of example are you setting if you continue to take it? I’ve tried to be noble and turn the other cheek. I tried to handle them with care & understanding. I tried to kill them with kindness. Unfortunatlely, that seems to just egg Said Person on.

So yesterday, I cracked. I know what pushes Said Person’s buttons; she cannot be confronted with something that she does not know the answer to. As she whined & complained, I listened with glee, horrifed at myself that I actually found happiness in her misery. Rather than admitting defeat & asking me to help, Said Person continued to waste time until she was forced to leave in a fit of frustration. I couldn’t help but fling a sarcastic remark at her retreating back. Petty, I know, but the slight pause in her step and the smoke pouring out of her empty head gave me enough satisfaction to keep me smiling through today.

Take that, bitch. There’s more where that came from. To coin your favorite phrase; hope that works out for ya!

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