I couldn't help myself last week. There I was, checking my email, when the Cheating Ex's name popped up in my IM active contacts list. I hadn't seen his name in over a year...when he contacted me and I went out of my way to tell him I was going to Paris with Mr. Wonderful.
As soon as I saw him online, the smugness set in.
I was going to tell him I was engaged. Take THAT, Cheating Ex!
I typed, "hey stranger" into an IM window. He didn't write back. But he called. Yikes. And said he had deleted my email address but somehow still had my phone number committed to memory. He asked me to email him and wished me well with my writing.
I could have stopped right there. But I wanted so badly to blow the soot from my happy fire right in his face.
So I wrote him a note and tucked a bunch of small talk around my real reason for contact. I was proud. I intended to make him feel bad. Never a good approach to life...even when a bad guy is involved in the exchange.
The next morning, my ego swelled as I saw a response from him in my email inbox. He congratulated me and said some nice things. And then he told me that he had recently moved in with a girl he was dating. And they too were engaged.
Smug, meet Humbled. Served me right.