Let me preface this by saying that I was never someone who believed in the nefarious power of revenge. In fact, I was actually against it in every which way. I subscribed to the school of thought known as “karma,” certain that whoever coined the phrase “what goes around comes around” deserved some sort of Nobel Peace Prize. I mean, they must have single-handedly halted a lot of catty behavior and maintained at least a modicum of peace among high school girls and the likes. So yeah, I was a pretty big fan of turning the other cheek.

I now implore you to note my operative use of the past tense.

This whole being-the-bigger-person thing was fine and dandy for a while, but my raindrops-on-roses outlook took a significant turn for the worse when I — like most naive 20-year-old girls who convin

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