So a good few of us have our "War Stories" pertaining to past EXes.
I'm sitting here wondering...
For YOU... what was the last straw? What separated the threats from the action?
What finally got YOU to walk out that door?
For me... it was this;
Aside from the all the horrible things that my EX had done to me, it was more what I did to him.
One morning I was making his coffee, as I was required to do every morning, provided I wanted to avoid a massive argument.
We had been bickering horribly the entire month leading up to this morning. Without my EX even waking, hence not actively involved in an argument, I found myself spitting a phlegm-globber in his coffee.
Yes. I spent a full 5 minutes prior doing my best to cough one up. I hated that man that much.
It was then that I realized I becoming a broken version of myself and stooping to levels I never thought I would in the name of vengeance, a mentality I do not normally subscribe to to begin with.
Perhaps I'm just too obsessed with the idea of symbolism. I'll never know. I just felt that at that moment, if I was ever going to leave that marriage with one ounce of who I was initially was walking in, I better do it sooner than later.
That was my Epiphany. A phlegm-globber.
"Next time I put a lil Shug Avery pee in his glass....see how he like that."