I put up with his perverse communication, and I never missed an opportunity to subtly remind myself through allusions, unfinished sentences, insinuations, ambiguous phrases, all his mockery, the humiliations he subjected me to, the theft and appropriation of my property, the breaking up of friendships … everything he had done to me over the years.
While he pretended to others that he was maintaining a healthy and friendly communication with me and trying with all his might to finalize the economic aspects of the divorce.
He loved attacking me in front of others, that violence went unnoticed by everyone except me by using intimate and personal things that only he knew about.
It was as if I made communication impossible and therefore the completion of the divorce process and he was a victim of my evil.
He managed to be the center of attention of all his surroundings and he fooled around with his lawyer.
The need to keep on attacking, his helplessness and his rage at my indifference, made him make mistakes that made his bad intentions visible, his false position of victim and his shameful act.
And I felt peace, tranquility, security, confidence, I felt again my feet on the ground, something I hadn’t felt in years.
And I was afraid of him…
Not anymore. Compassion, yes. Fear no.