No Glory But My Own


She idled off of every word before she attempted this. I’ve spent the last month and a half rushing behind her because no one else would.

We were in a good spot, then she looked at me, her eyes glazed with envy and deceit. Her lips curled up as she fashioned her neck back as if firing torpedos would fly from her mouth.

I knew the assault was coming, but I still let her lie to herself.

“Amazon business sent me an ad,” she said confidently.

Except Amazon “sends” that ad to everyone.

I laughed a little before answering. This meant her accolades and praise had been fake, she was hoping to bring me down – again.

“Amazon Business and Amazon Vine are not the same. Amazon Vine is exclusive and invite only.”

“Oh.” She sounded defeated.

And has spent the last few days attempting to make my life harder.

She’s upset that so much has happened for me. This is a person who did everything in her power to hurt me, and continuously do so after harm was inflicted. What she so desperately tried to do, failed. It’s ricocheted back to her.

And she didn’t even attempt to dodge it.

Except.

I now know she’s aware when something great is coming, which is why she does everything she does. The predictability is amusing, despite what she believes. And all of her efforts are in vain.

What she could do is mean what she says, and stop downplaying events when good things happen to people she is supposed to love.

I am good natured and have given her a few things. Very nice things I might add. Except I also know she is unhappy. Remember the dress fiasco? She spent three months drooling over the dresses, trying them on without my consent, then over spending to mimic them.

Those same ensembles she just purchased were in the trash this morning. Fighting with her would be the dumbest thing I could do.

So I will sit back and laugh. There’s never a need to be defensive if you supposedly, also….don’t care. She has been seen. The facade is up. Her cards have been played, and she had nothing to begin with.

It’s that part after the victory where people begin saying distasteful and hateful things to compensate for their lack.

Nothing happens on accident, which means they knew how it would end.

All that energy spent trying to trip me before the finish line could have been used winning your own race.

And really, I’ve only just begun.

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