let down, let go

It is strange how things come up. I barely mention my ex these days but today my dear friend brought him up and today I could bare it no longer.

The friend in particular has been our mutual friend and on numerous occasions criticised me for dumping the poor man that my ex is not and today I could not take it. I told the truth. The awful, hurful, degrading truth. Not to slag him off or to take pleasure in proving someone wrong.

I did it because I could not deal with it. Why should I allow someone like my ex to destroy my relationships with my friends. Why should I tolerate all the lies he told.

It was a let down. I could feel her pain and suffering through the telephone but it had to be done so she could led go of what once was my failed marriage.

It is not fair that other people should get hurt. But, unfortunately, this failure did hurt a lot of people that cared about me or him or both of us plus our dogs. My dear beloved dogs.

It is history now. Nothing remains. She is forced to let go, because I did, so many months ago.