My little nastiness.....

My last two years of being part of an unfair polygynous marriage has many issues that I need to deal with. Although I have maintained a stiff upper lip.....I hurt. And I suppose, more than anyone......the readers of my blog probably know the depth of that hurt. In the real world.....I have never said much.

All my anger and bitterness is directed towards my husband/ex. The 2nd marriage was his choice. MM's inability to respect boundaries, is HIS problem. Why should I blame her? If she's going crazy calling him at all hours......he allows her to do that. And really...? I don't blame her for going crazy sometimes. I've been there.

What I rightly DO have anger towards MM for would have to be her inappropriate gifts. The douche, the lipstick shirt.....calling me and yelling on the phone.....etc, etc.

And then there is my husband's insistence to bringing all her "Moroccan" gifts to Egypt. Leather sandals, Morrocan shirt and a complete Moroccan outfit. One time when he was returning to Canada, I returned all the clothes....telling him that maybe his other wife gets pleasure seeing him dressed as a Moroccan, but I don't.

And then he brought the stuff back. In fact, the complete Moroccan outfit, he INSISTED to wear it in Eid. We pleaded, and cried.....and he said...."I don't know why you guys are upset about the Pakistani outfit!!!"

Pakistani my foot.

So as we were closing up the house for the very last time........everything neat and clean and in order.........I walk over to the bookshelf for my little bit of nastiness.

I get the shirt, outfit and sandals....and an exacto knife. And proceed to shred the clothing and sandals to bits. And then I left them lying ever so nicely on the baby's crib.

Wow...that actually felt good.