82. Hater’s High
“Did you ever talk to your baby’s father?” I asked.
“I did, the bastard!” Anne said. “I was so geared up to hate him, but he only cheated
on his wife because she cheated on him.
They’re working it out in therapy.
He wants to be involved in his daughter’s life.”
“Once again, I don’t understand your logic. It sounds like he’s making the best of a bad
situation.”
“When I thought he was a lying dog, I was so full of
righteous anger. I had the moral high
ground. Polishing my resentment changed
my mood, gave me energy, and killed my appetite. I’d say haters’ high is just as powerful as
runners’ high. Now I kinda feel bad for
him. I liked my rage much better than
the pity I feel now.”
Today I will beware of hater’s high.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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