For sheer injured ego, there is no vindictiveness
quite so acidly reviling as that of a woman scorned
or relegated to an inferior position, or ignored or
unappreciated, or set aside when once her usefulness
was an unquestioned matter-of-fact reality that
somehow turned around leading to her dismissal.
That old adage did not gain the traction of reliance
in the wisdom of observers whose own experiences
led them to that same conclusion: There is no fury
like that of a woman scorned. Once trust that was
unbreakable shattered beyond recovery the instinct
of social survival commandeers every aspect of a
woman's formidable arsenal of payback, and woe
betide the simpering, apologizing target, including
one who is himself fully capable of domination of
sycophants held ransom by positions of enviable
power sheepishly relinquished at the demand of
he holding the ultimate reins of control, who just
happened to exercise that control at the wrong time
with the wrong person whose venomous response
sends him reeling with the implosion of his legacy.
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