Seems like there is a lot of that going on lately [looks around nervously]
I'm always at a loss in this situation..I think about what I might do, and quickly realize that nothing, absolutely nothing will be the reaction that will satisfy me. I think this stems perhaps from my gut reaction that the OW just plain old shouldn't exist. There shouldn't be such a thing. I shouldn't have to ever run into or interact with her, for any reason....and yet, life is just full of things you don't want to do. If I had to choose between having my husband run into her alone, or with me..would I still rather pass? I sheepishly admit that a part of me would like to, although I know it isn't really a viable option....but neither is anything else. Old movie lines jump into my head willy nilly...I have mental imagery that is likely to make me burst into an inappropriate laughing jag, I start quoting people..but with my own twist [that which fails to kill us, may still wound us horribly]...I think it's within the realm of possibility that humor is a coping mechanism for me. So maybe I'd approach her and say "knock knock"..and wait....
I have this...gut feeling, that we will meet at some point...it isn't really likely...but it's still sort of there . I have read what others have done...and hopefully I would keep my dignity..I generally do, actually I can't think of a time when I didn't.....but oh what a mailstrom I would have swirling inside. Yuck. Double yuck. Would I make a smart comment? Is there any comment biting enough? Would I stand up and yell WHORE!! while pointing? Take her out back and beat her up? Ye old stare down [cues music]....appeal to her sense of [snerk] goodness by telling her how much her actions have hurt me, my kids, and how much we have been through [cues violins]. Ask her how she could do such a thing and expect an honest answer? Ask her if she liked having sex with my husband? [eeeek, what if she says yes!] Slap her face? [imagines explaining assault charge on her record]..be coldly polite and take it out on my husband later?....no, none of those will work. I honestly much prefer to say, in a heartfelt way, Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die, and leave her to draw her own conclusions. Or possibly burst into song..or a dance number, I can at least then say..that no matter what she expected from me..I didn't deliver. I will have the satisfaction of denying her the satisfaction, if only for a brief and shining moment.
Goofy late night thoughts abound as I watch my feet swell, it's fun, you should try it---Noodle
