Many years ago, I got cheated on by my then girlfriend.
I was upset of course. It hurt too.
But I still wanted to be with her, so I forgave her.
Then I proceeded to treat her like absolute dog shit for a short period.
When shit like this happens, the narrative is always easy when you talk about it with your friends.
Everyone would agree the cheater should be crucified while they console you because you got hurt.
But if I was being honest, I loved it.
It was justified anger. I was young and egoistic. I thought I had the moral high ground.
Treating her like shit felt so good.
It sounds psychopathic, but I believe that in most if not all of us, we want this form of justified anger so we can gain the gratification of doing whatever the fuck we want, whether you'd like to admit it or not.
Perhaps in life, we absolutely need moments of not wanting to play the nice guy card so that we can have things our own way from time to time.