Breaking up with Tom Delay

You'd think--what with so many GOP crimes and misdemeanors finally making the front page--I'd be exhausted from victory dancing and hoarse from screaming "yippie" non stop. You'd think I'd have a good gloat working, at least. Sore smiley muscles from sporting the Grin Of The Vindicated so long.

But not so much.

My reaction is more like...you know when you've suspected a partner is having an affair? Nothing you can prove, just a creeping fear brought on by some hinky behavior on their part. And when you get up the nerve to confront them they give you the I can't believe you'd even accuse me of such a thing. It hurts that you don't trust me spiel, and then commence with assassinating your character: you're paranoid, immature, jealous, controlling--maybe YOU'RE the one having the affair. That whole thing. But you were right, of course. You came home early, found your partners bits all entangled in someone else's business, there was no denying it, they don't even try. They just slip their pants back on, fill up a box with their shit (all of which you bought with your credit card, you note), pause at the front of the door and say, "This never would have happened if you hadn't pushed me away. Congratulations, you got what you wanted."

It all kinda feels like that.

Posted by Antigeist at October 4, 2005 02:02 PM