Dating Advice, Relationships

Success Is the Best Revenge: Getting Over Your Ex

9 Comments 14 March 2010

self_help_woman_2_400An inspiring true story about the best way to run into your ex, from The 30-Day Heartbreak Cure: Getting Over Him and Back Out There One Month from Today.

It’s almost inevitable: sooner or later, unless one or the other of you moves far, far away, you’re going to run into your heartbreaker again.

I know you’ve abided by the no contact rules we talked about, and I hope you’ve avoided his favorite places to spare yourself one of those peril-fraught “accidental” encounters.

I also know you’ve imagined about a thousand different scenarios of what will happen and how you’ll handle that first meeting. In some scenarios you’re cool and aloof while he tells you that losing you was the biggest mistake of his life. In others he’s cool and aloof and you give him that piece of your mind you’ve been rehearsing to perfection. In still others you’re making a quick dash to the corner drugstore for shampoo, looking every bit as un-showered as you are, and want to die as he walks right by with his new girlfriend, who bears an uncanny resemblance to Angelina Jolie. And on your better days there’s the one where he’s sitting alone and forlorn in a restaurant with an unavoidable view of you, done to perfection, being showered with adoration by your date, a dead ringer for David Beckham.

It’s the most normal thing in the world to try to anticipate the best and the worst about upcoming events that matter to us, to give us the feeling of being prepared for anything. But I swear there’s nothing to be gained from trying to convince ourselves how we’re going to feel at that moment when we first see him again and have to juggle all that familiarity, all those memories, all that grief we’ve been battling and our new, painful, seemingly miscast role as an ex. When the moment actually happens, there’s no amount of preparation in the world that will dictate how you react.

To prove that point and several others, to inspire you, and to make you smile, I’m going to share the absolutely true story of a friend of mine, for which she’s given me her enthusiastic permission, with the added message, “If it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone.”

My friend, a scriptwriter, had been with her boyfriend for six years when they broke up. She’d invested a whole lot of her heart and soul and time and energy in him, though they maintained separate residences, and she was devastated when he left, with the same all-consuming dark grief we’ve all been through. I didn’t know her then, but she didn’t need me to give her the no contact rule. She’s never been one to pursue a man, especially when he’s walked out the door, so there were no phone calls, no drives past his house, no “just wanted to say hi” chats with his friends, no mention of him during conversations with their mutual friends. No nothing, just deafening silence and her unsuccessful efforts to work, or sleep, or care.

After two months of virtual paralysis, and getting very concerned about her inability to concentrate enough to write scripts, i.e., pay her mortgage, she got a referral from a friend for a good clinical psychologist in the hope of some serious, much needed help just to feel like some version of herself again.

She arrived compulsively (and desperately) early for her first therapy session and, too nervous to amuse herself in a waiting room full of back issues of Psychology Today, she headed to the coffee shop in the lobby of her therapist’s office building. She was sitting at the counter, mindlessly buttering a piece of toast she had no intention of eating, when, from a few stools away, she heard a male voice tentatively call her name.

She looked over and instantly recognized a successful television producer whose work she’d always admired. She managed a smile and said hello, shocked that he recognized her (to this day she cherishes the anonymity of being a writer) and even more shocked when he told her he was a fan of her work as well. They talked for several minutes until she had to leave for her appointment, and she and the producer exchanged business cards as they said good-bye. Bearing in mind how depressed she was and how many other more pressing issues were occupying her mind, it’s no surprise that she barely gave the producer another thought as she settled into her first therapy session.

The therapist was a godsend, a brilliant, practical, insightful woman, and my friend began seeing her, and feeling increasingly more functional, every week, rain or shine, come hell or high water.

In the meantime, about a month after that first passing chat in the coffee shop, the producer called with a project he wanted her to write. She gratefully accepted, with a lot of silent prayers that her talent might be willing to come out of hiding again by now — she wanted to work with this gifted man and, even more relevant, she needed the money.

The project was thoroughly enjoyable and very demanding, and it went so well that an offer for another one with the same producer immediately followed. With her bank account restored to health, and in good mental health as well, thanks to her ongoing therapy, she was even able to remodel the kitchen of her beloved little house, something she’d been yearning to do for years.

One day she was cooking lunch for herself on her gorgeous new Viking oven in her gorgeous new kitchen when the doorbell rang. She was sure it was the messenger she was expecting, so she opened the door without asking who it was.

And there, after a year and a half, stood the man who’d broken her heart.

Like the rest of us, she’d imagined this moment a million times, with a million variations, most of which involved her embarrassing herself by bursting into tears. But she’d never imagined him at her door, and she’d certainly never imagined this: out of nothing but total shock, she laughed, then stepped back and invited him in.

“So,” he said with mock nonchalance, “what have you been up to?”

She looked him right in the eye with a smile and replied, “You go first.”

He’d been up to a few things, actually, which didn’t surprise her — he’d always been a busy, successful man with a full, interesting life. It didn’t escape her notice that he was gazing around at her new kitchen, visibly impressed, and that he did a double-take when he happened to spot and read the title page of her script, with her name prominently displayed beside the producer’s, whom her heartbreaker had certainly heard of.

He wasn’t there to reconcile, he’d just been thinking about her and wanted to say hello before he left for a six-month trip to England. (And how like him, she thought, to feel entitled to show up at her door unannounced after a year and a half.) He only stayed for fifteen minutes, and then, same as always, he whirled off to a meeting for which he was already late.

She closed the door and silently leaned against it, a thousand thoughts running through her mind — each one of which you’re to remember and put to good use as your exercise for today:

“No wonder I was so shocked to see him. I’ve been so busy I don’t even remember the last time I thought about him for more than a second or two.”

“Thank you, God, from the bottom of my heart that the woman he dropped in on is healthy, happy, and busy, making a lot of progress in her life he couldn’t help but notice, instead of that hollow, heartbroken, immobile shell of a woman who was living here a year and a half ago.”

“Come to think of it, in a way I should have thanked him, for leaving me — his leaving me was what led me to my therapist, which is what led to the producer in the coffee shop. In fact, that breakup is one of the best things that ever happened to me! Who knew?!”

Last but certainly not least, and I truly want you to take this in rather than just read it for the billionth time in your life:

“What do you know, it’s true after all. Success really is the best revenge!”

30-Day Heartbreak Cure

30-Day Heartbreak Cure

Catherine Hickland

Catherine Hickland is a well-known cast member of ABC's highly rated daytime drama One Life to Live (as the manipulative but charming Lindsay Rappaport). She is a veteran of daytime television, a theatre actress, an entrepreneur, a public speaker, and a heartbreak survivor. She also has a monthly column in Soap Opera Digest and regularly sells her own cosmetic line, Cat Cosmetics, on HSN (Home Shopping Network).

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9 Comments so far

  1. Ian says:

    Wouldn’t the best “revenge” be just getting over him and not worrying about revenge at all? If you seriously feel the need to hurt the other person then you’re really not over them.

  2. sasha says:

    Ian.. no one is hurting anyone here. Women often use the term “revenge” as a means of “I’ll come out of this!” which is a natural reaction I think to a painful experience with a significant other. I think this article presents a very healthy form of “revenge,” if that’s what we’re calling it. This women is heartbroken and picks herself up and moves up and on. This type of inspiration and foresight into what the future may bring is essential to a broken heart. Success really is the best revenge!

  3. sam says:

    Loved this article , I could really picture this in my head . This would make a great movie with added details

  4. Frank says:

    What a bunch of hooey. Get over yourself.

  5. jan says:

    One should be more sensitive to the hurt that is caused and more so the need to have some form of way of ‘getting back’. It is easy to say get over yourself but the hurt is deeply embedded and the story highlights the very delicate process of healing and ‘getting back’ or revenge is a process towards some form of closure for the injured party to move on.

  6. yolanda says:

    I ALSO LIKE EVERY WOMAN AT ONE TIME IN HER LIFE EXPERIENCE HEARTBREAK FROM AN EX, WITH TWO SMALL CHILDREN TO RAISE ON MY OWN . THEIR FATHER AND I WAS TOGETHER FOR 12 YEARS, TEN OF WHICH WE WERE MARRIED AND THEN I FELT HAD TO DIVORICED HIM TO SURVIVE (HIS MOTHER AND I RELATIONSHIP WAS LIKE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. HIS OWN MOTHER ADVICED ME TO DIVORICE HIM AFTER WITNESSING HOW ABUSIVE HE WAS TO ME AND OUR CHILDREN). HIS FAMILY WAS ALWAYS VERY SUPPORTIVE AND HIS FAMILY TRULY BECAME MY FAMILY. I ALSO DECIDED THAT THE BEST REVENGE IN LIFE WAS TO RAISE THE CHILDREN TO BE RESPECTABLE CITIZENS AND THUS DO BETTER IN LIFE FOR MYSELF.

  7. karen says:

    I liked this story – it made me smile! To be honest, it didn’t sound real! My story has had a lot more tears, failure and crying, but maybe I can be inspired to have a fabulous ending – even if my one has taken 10 years rather than 1 year! Nice story though :)

  8. Bruce says:

    I agree with Ian. If you want revenge then you are still not over the person. Everyone gets hurt by someone. Sometimes a person likes vanilla and you’re chocolate chip. Don’t take it personally, don’t let it diminish you’re self worth. Move on and eventually you’ll meet a fantastic person who loves chocolate chip.


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