So last night, E told me he had gotten a text from an ex-girlfriend (no, this story is not going in that direction, thank God.) This is a woman he dated over 12 years ago. She's pretty nuts, and has exhibited unstable behavior a few times in the last few years, but E is a good man, and has felt like she sometimes has no one else to turn to, no voices of stability in her life, so he's been a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on for her from time to time. I don't feel threatened by her, never have, so that's not the issue.
E was at his computer, on facebook, trying to figure out how to defriend her, and asked me if I knew how to defriend, so of course I asked details. He tried to not tell me, saying it would hurt my feelings, and he didn't need me to know, it was nothing, she was worthless...but his secrecy of course then got me anxious, so then he told me.
Her text to him, out of nowhere (meaning he hasn't spoken with her in at least a month, other than a random FB comment thread about frozen yogurt), was "So I've been thinking. All that horrible shit you've done, I guess karma really bit you in the ass, huh."
I never really understood the phrase "seeing red" until last night when he told me those words. I wanted to hurt her. Just like I wanted to smash dishes a few weeks back, this time I wanted to smash all her bones. How DARE she insinuate that (a) Otis's death was "karma" and (b) that E ever did anything horrible to her (or anyone)...Part of what upset E the most was that he has no recollection of ever doing anything even slightly crappy to her, other than breaking up with her, but even that was amicable, or so he thought. And he's been there for her through 3 am sobbing phone calls and other psychopath behavior...with nothing but a gentle heart...oh, man, I was angry. May she NEVER, EVER, EVER cross my path. I will hurt her. I will cut her. I will. Hell hath no fury like a woman who has been told her child's death was "karma."
I tried to vent to E about all this, about how angry and mad and rageful I was...and, bless his heart, his response: "I'm trying to be compassionate..." He went out to the garden and hammered some rebar stakes that needed to be set in the ground. He took lots of deep breaths. He reminded himself (and me) that this woman is in horrible pain, and not that that excuses her behavior, but rather that we don't need to let her pain and misery taint our experience. That her words came from a place of pain, and that he feels sorry for someone so devoid of love and compassion herself that she would ever even think those thoughts, let alone share them with anyone, let alone share them with US. He took her off his FB account, deleted the text, and is carrying on.
While we are both very raw and fragile today, it was yet another moment that made me love him all the more and made me realize the power of my Mama Bear Protective Instinct towards him, and towards my babies - don't cross my path. I will hurt you.
Special thanks to those of you to whom I sent out an SOS last night and you rallied with equal ire and let me vent....incredibly good to know you've got my back in situations like this. May there never be another situation like it again.