Vindication

As I drink my second cup of tea after dinner, and relax a little, I feel a sense of vindication. The same emotion that I had felt last night just before my head hit the pillow when I realise that some things and some people are just so predictable. Their pattern of behaviour does not disappoint (in a warped way).

When I realised that things were happening the way I had expected them to, I knew that it was time for me to move on. I had moved on a couple of months ago, but I had the last stirrings of nostalgia and remembrance over the last few weeks. That had confused and bothered me. But now, I know that I can put all that to bed. Out of my system now. Completely.

I take another sip of my tea.