There is a glimpse of frustration, anger, and could it be meanness? That. Some behavior. Takes me right back to another not so happy time. There is no one ex. I have a small basket of them. Each of them with various behaviors marked in red with the words “never ever again.”
Disengage. Get out. Fighting this flight. Alone is easier.
Let this just be a wave. Let it pass over me. Tiny drama. Stupid monkeys. My monkeys. My circus.