Get Over Him

Miss Vicious sent another e-mail last night. This time my boyfriend’s ex-wife made contact with his mother, Nonnie. From out of the clear blue sky, Vicious wrote an e-mail simply proclaiming, "I’m moving to a 22 acre ranch near my parent’s house and I have a 2 karat, 3 stone oval diamond ring!" 

"Sounds like a dream," Nonnie wrote back, "You must live a fairy tale life." The sarcasm was not unintended.

I suppose this was yet another attempt to make Excitement jealous. Her constant cries for attention have come in many forms, from suing him for child support that he already paid to announcing that she was marrying a police chief and moving to New York and many flights of fancy in between. After each little attention ploy the audience in her melodrama is left to cluck their tongues, shake their heads in disbelief and wonder what in the world she is thinking.

Clearly she must be so deeply enamored with him and so unhappy with her own life that the idea of him attaining some shred of happiness drives her insane. Otherwise why would she be trying so shamelessly to vie for his attention? Still, it’s been thirteen years since they divorced. I would think it’s about time to be getting over him. 

I don’t claim to be any better than Miss Vicious, but I wish I could somehow help her to recognize that her antics to do nothing but cheat her children out of a loving father and leave her looking like a fool.