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"I have tried very hard ever since Peter left not to be bitter, or snide, or nasty about him. I refuse to be that way in front of the kids, especially. After all, I&amp;#039;m divorcing their father - they&amp;#039;re not. I even try hard not to downtalk him to neighbors or friends. First of all, even though they&amp;#039;ve all been really sympathetic and appear to be firmly on &amp;quot;my side&amp;quot; in all of this, you just never know and besides, their kids talk to my kids and I don&amp;#039;t want bad remarks about their Dad getting back to them. That&amp;#039;s not to say I&amp;#039;ve been a saint, mind you. On occasion, when he&amp;#039;s pushed my buttons or done something particularly irksome, a word or a remark will come out while conversing with a friend or I&amp;#039;ll write long nasty letters to him that I rip right up or I have blistering conversations with imaginary Peter in the car on my commute home. The car rides, in particular have saved my sanity countless times and let me blow off steam before I see the kids. Which brings me to a little bit of self-indulgence. Since I&amp;#039;ve taken the high road and haven&amp;#039;t burned his stuff or cut him out of our family pictures with scissors or anything - heck, I even put up with him accidentally sending a pair of his girlfriend&amp;#039;s panties home in the kids&amp;#039; overnight bag and all I did was return them without comment - I think I&amp;#039;ve earned a little indulgence. Since I got a brand new state of the art smartphone from work, I&amp;#039;ve been adding in my contacts from my old phone. My new phone lets me put a picture next to their entry, that will pop up when they call me. I chose a special picture for Peter. I know, I know. It&amp;#039;s incredibly childish and awfully spiteful but it makes me feel happy inside every time I look at it. It reminds me that every day I don&amp;#039;t have to put up with his crap is like Christmas.  Of course, he almost never calls me, so it won&amp;#039;t pop up much. And my phone is password protected, so the kids aren&amp;#039;t going to notice it, even if he did ever call. But I know it&amp;#039;s there. I know, and it makes me laugh inside, which is a much better way to feel inside about him than I&amp;#039;ve been feeling lately.  Have you ever done something small, but spiteful, that made you unreasonably happy? Tell me about it, so I don&amp;#039;t feel like I&amp;#039;m the only vindictive woman around here! [Follow Ellie on Twitter and Facebook]  "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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