Ever notice that every superhero got his or her superpower after a calamity? Get bitten by a radioactive spider? Wham. You can climb skyscrapers. Head injury in a plane crash? Catwoman (whose superpower is being Eartha Kitt? Sexy pantsuits? Purring?) A botched blood transfusion from a mongoose? Superhuman speed as the Whizzer. (Really, that was a storyline.)
Why should chumps be any different? Hey, you know calamity! What’s your new superpower? Can you sniff out a narc at 20 paces? Detect lies? Are you made of titanium resilience?
Now I know the temptation here, especially for the newbies, is to say, “Gee Tracy, my superpowers are PTSD, trust issues and a twitch.”
NO. UNACCEPTABLE ANSWER. Reframe this! What are your new GIFTS post-infidelity? Snark? Better friendships? Twenty pounds of infidelity-diet weight loss?
Tell me! And TGIF!
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