I hope that one day, somehow, he pays a price for the pain he caused.
I hope it’s a gut punch of a price, when it comes for him.
I know the world is radically unjust and horrible things happen to good people all the time. That’s the way it is. But when you’ve never done anything wrong in a situation, yet you get so aggressively, monumentally fucked over by another person, it’s human nature to hope they get a severe case of sticker shock when and if the bill for their past due balance arrives.
I hope one day I get to a point where the thought of him doesn’t have any effect on me whatsoever. That’ll come when I’m done feeling all the anger and disgust that’s been brought on by all his pathological narcissistic triangulation bullshittery.
He’s insidious, gross, and shapeshifty- like brown jelly fungus on trees.