“It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.”

I'm going to Canada hopefully in the near future if everything goes well. I have this absurd fantasy that I will run into Joe's ex wife. Fantasy isn't the right word. 

Would I be kind to her? Like we fell for the same man. We are probably similar in ways I am unaware of. She has probably shaped Joe in ways that again I have no way of knowing. She got a Joe from 17-26. Those are some pretty formative years for a lad. Nine years they were together!!! What's more intimidating than a woman taking your man's virginity and then having him for basically a decade! We've just eked by the three year mark. Do pandemic years even count?!?

Would I be mean to her? Maybe she is laughing behind my back. She knows all of Joe's faults probably better than I do. Maybe she feels bad that i got her leftover scaps while she is fucking some hot 6’4 rich tesla man. 

I asked Joe if I could take her in a fight, and he mentioned that she is an avid kickboxer. But he mentioned that my personality is more aggressive. I'm interpreting what he is saying as that I am the crazier one. But crazy words don't mean shit when her foot is slamming into my double chin. (mabe then the extra padding will come in handy) {lol}. 

A normal person would just walk away and not interact. But my soul loves moments like these. Shying away gives it power over you. Sledge hammering your way through uncomfortable situations feels like at least I might learn something out of it. Shying away is hiding in the dark. At least it would be good material for frankly Kate.