This post was written back in May of 2015, but never shared publicly. This was the culmination of a bunch of bullshit, but not the end of the Universe’s way of sorting things out. It’s a continuation of A Weak Apology (previously published).
Let me digress for a moment, and ask you to reflect on the significance of an INFJ’s intuition:
“They rely on their advanced intuition to scan through loads of sensory information and grasp patterns and connections that give them clues about what may happen in the future. They are much better at determining future outcomes than many other types, but it isn’t because of any magical ability, it’s simply the way the INFJs mind is programmed. This is where we get into really understanding INFJ Introverted Intuition.”
In any case. The fact that he still tried to deny (yes, the jerk still tries to contact me) it until I came across the the baby shower pictures on Facebook is amusing. If you care to know the specifics of this sordid drama, read my first couple of posts.
In any case, all these months later, my pride still fuels my anger about her betrayal.
As an anonymous congratulations, I sent my dear friend a glitter bomb. I would’ve loved to be a fly on the wall when she opened it. It gives me great pleasure to imagine the sunlight illuminating random pieces of glitter in the carpet, etc., at random times — as a gentle reminder of her low down, dirty, foul ways.
FAST FORWARD: In hindsight, it amuses me to realize that karma was a far bigger bitch than I was, or could ever be. Folks: never underestimate the power of karma, and the universe’s master plan.