I was looking forward to getting stuck into my book for half an hour before bed but instead I’m at the keyboard, venting out the frustration from today. My ex in-laws reared their head via social media. I don’t pay much attention to their lives so to see them commenting on a public profile of my brothers took me by surprise.
Irony was not even the word. I realise the anger from my ex’s wife. Essentially my brother helped me catch her, organised the meeting with her brother and ultimately supported me heavily throughout the cheating scandal. The anger from his sisters however, I don’t quite understand.
They called my brother a “retard” which I find flabbergasting given the amount of stick they have had to take from society over their own special needs brother. To use such an ugly word when it has been used in such an ugly way towards one of your own baffles me.
His new wife piped up in this bizarre online attack claiming to know my brother personally and adding her own words of venom. I was tempted to ask if watching a video of her sucking off my ex suddenly made us all friends. I refrained.
I’ve always managed to maintain the moral high ground, to this day, never retaliating despite the ridiculous number of things I’ve been subjected to. People often mistake patience for weakness. My patience is wearing thin.