LIVE AND LET LIVE

LIVE AND LET LIVE

I am sometimes asked by those who knew me in my previous life, “Cranky, now that you have a small audience that follows your blog, do you ever think to use that forum to bash your former wife?” It is tempting to let off some steam about how she is a lying, cheating woman who may or may not have a serious mental problem, but I am better than that.

I could tell how she once had an airport meltdown when asked to remove her shoes in a security check,  how she couldn’t believe they put her through a tighter check after she told the Jamaican officer that she was probably not even a citizen.  I could explain how I was then blamed for the whole incident for not standing up for her.

I could relate the time she reamed me a new asshole for taking the toll lane with the longest line. I could explain how I was always screamed at whenever we were five minutes away from any long travel destination.

I could bring up the fact that she turned me away from my children and my brother, and tried to alienate me from my mother who was suffering from dementia.

I could mention all this and much, much more, but I am better than that.  So what if I never knew if I was coming home to Donna Reed or Joan Crawford.  What does it matter that she clawed my face and tried to knee me in the groin when my son was late for a visit to our shore house.  He just turned and drove two hours home when she hit him with a tirade. 

It doesn’t matter that she almost ruined my son’s wedding because he did not include her in a “Wedding Dance.”

Maybe all these issues were my fault, what do I know.  The fact that I have traveled extensively with Mrs. Cranky and never had an argument could just be a coincidence.  Just because Mrs. Cranky is able to get along with my children and extended family does not mean the ex was not right to dislike them all.  The fact that I no longer have to filter my every thought in an attempt to not upset my wife means nothing.  I’m sure that if my ex had not run away to another state to hook up with her former fiancé who cheated on her twenty years before, I still would have stopped drinking a daily bottle of wine and a two-liter bottle of scotch a week.  I’m sure I would have still been able to quit smoking, and with a little luck I would probably still be alive.

So, no…I will not blog about times gone bye.  I am better than that.  I say live and let live.