My mind has been preoccupied with revenge fantasies today.
First, I win 150 million dollars in the lottery. Then, I rent all the biggest billboards in Toronto (narcissist’s town). Then I plaster the billboards with a huge photo of myself wearing a jeweled tiara and dripping with gold necklaces; and the billboard will say, in letters ten feet high:
Hey David *Name!
Your ex just won 150 million dollars in the lottery. Kisses.
The beauty is in the fact that I wouldn’t have to point out that he is a total loser for letting me go. No, the whole city of Toronto would be talking about how stupid he is and his first and last name would be right on the billboards. He would become famous for being an idiot. That’s what I want.