Anyone seen the Promised Land? Are you at Meh?
“Meh” — that liberating place of acceptance — is where you no longer are consumed with cheater drama. You don’t love them. You don’t hate them. You sort of pity anyone within a five-mile radius of them, but their existence doesn’t rock yours anymore. You’re Meh. Whatever.
Meh doesn’t mean you’re okay with injustice, or having your boundaries trampled. It means that you’ve internalized “Trust That They Suck.” They SUCK. Not your job to fix them. You’ve got a life to gain — who’s got time for that crap?
Now, I know what you’re thinking — Tracy, if I were at Meh, do you think I’d be at Chump Lady? Isn’t this the place to come vomit my grief daily?
Well, newbies wash up on the shore here every day, and yes, in the early stages, no one is at Meh. (There’s numb. That is not Meh.) Meh comes on gradually — the longer you do no contact, the more you build a new life, and the more you internalize that this person is NOT a prize. Before you know it, you’re a veteran.
Oh yeah right. There’s really a mythical place ahead where I ACCEPT what happened and I don’t give a shit about the Fuckwit? He can erect a billboard to his Happiness, post a thousand schmoochy pictures of himself and Twinkie on social media and I won’t feel stabby?
Yes! Meh exists! Today your assignment is to share your Meh. Describe it. What’s it taste like? How free do you feel?
Maybe you old timers could pick up a few chumpy hitchhikers on the road to Meh. Tell them what’s ahead. Happy Friday!