I have tried to put the whole idea of relationships to the side for the weekend. My breakup did not turn out as friendly as I had hoped and I needed a break.

My now ex, whom I will call W, texted  me over and over telling me how horrible I am, how I talked too much about my teenage daughter when we spoke on the phone, that I made him feel bad about himself, that I was not the good ex that I told him I was to my past exes.

I tried to ignore most of the texts – I haven’t counted them, but I’m guessing that there are more than 40 – but I did respond to a few. I remained civil and kept my cool.

He was angry because of a comment that I made on Facebook in response to a freak out he posted. He is rude on Facebook (apparently he is the only one who is allowed to share his opinion – other people are “disgusting” and “horrible” when they do) and will attack people for their updates – well, he will delete them, then he will attack them. It’s really not cool and it makes him look like he’s not a very nice man to everyone that we grew up with. He can be a very nice man, but I’ve learned that he can also be a hateful jackass.

The whole crazy over-reaction has him acting as if he is a wronged party, as if I broke up with him. He’s the one who broke up with me – by text. I was fine with the whole thing, but I have done nothing wrong.  He has no reason to rant and rave and berate me – also by text.  (Perhaps he’s acting this way because I wasn’t upset?) 

I try very hard to keep my cool and I remind myself to “be impeccable with my word.” I felt that it was important to not say “f*&$ off,” no matter how badly his bad behavior made me want to say it.

It’s like I tell my kids, “Let someone else be the asshole.” Okay, maybe most moms don’t say “asshole” to their kids, but it sends the message very well.

Image credit: Michelle Smith