I got up earlier than usual Monday morning. I was feeling fine. Singing out loud. Dancing with Tom Petty while I cleaned house. A good day.
Around midday I checked cyberworld and found that I had an e-mail from my ex-husband. It was not very nice. In fact, he threatened me with legal action. It seems that someone had told him something about my blog and he didn’t like it. I’m still not entirely certain what the mystery person told him. He already knew I was writing a blog. I told him. In fact, when we had our long talk several months ago, I told him that I sometimes made snide remarks in my blog but that I actually was over the divorce pain for the most part. And I would think that he would know me well enough to realize that “snarky” is part of who I am, even part of my humor. I also explained to him that the writing had been my therapy and was part of the reason I no longer had any ill will toward him. I thought we had reached a new understanding, that we had communicated in a meaningful way.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I was a bit taken aback by his anger and accusations. But I’m happy to say that it lasted only briefly–as in two to five minutes. And that’s when it dawned on me that I was left wondering what was going on with him and that whatever it was, it didn’t have the effect on me that it once would have. I didn’t take on his burden. I was able to detach from it and leave it alone.
I still don’t know who riled him up and I don’t want to know. I suppose I’m afraid it’s someone I know and love. Whoever it was didn’t have anyone’s best interest at heart. I won’t guess at motive. Could be ignorance.
Life teaches us lessons when we least expect to learn them. I learned from this strange experience that I am well. Better than I realized. C’mon, Tom Petty, let’s sing and dance!