I did something very immature and childish, yes even spiteful. Walking through the school at pickup Friday, I saw the puppet master. I began to shake with indignation and anger. I wanted to walk up and confront her, I wanted to say: "How dare you attack the personal reputation of a man who has more integrity in the tip of his little finger than you could dredge up in your whole existance!" I wanted to make her see how delusional and petty and downright nasty she is with her lies, and how relieved I was that someone else had seen this and called her a liar to her face. And that maybe she would now cease playing the victim and go get a life away from me and mine.
But I did not.
What did I do?
Stood there so mad, and shaking and tongue-tied, and regressed into the same playground mentality of her and her little posse...
And called (quietly so only she could hear):
"Liar, liar, pants on fire."
Oh, the shame.
But a little funny now in hindsight.
Only a little.
And I'm meant to have a way with words, *bah*...
Well, I guess I have finally lived up to the delusional lies she has been spreading and *personally attacked* her.
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