Revenge in the hands of your enemies is a loaded gun. You can beg them for mercy, wave the white flag of surrender, but the only true elixir for the vitriol they bestow is a measure of hatred dispensed of your own.

Sometimes duplicity and treason are markers of the enemy, and sometimes, the failed intention of a masterful ally. But, nevertheless, as they burden you with a vexing brand of love, they become nothing more than the kiss of Judas, pressing a crown of thorns into your flesh.

You didn't happen to see your future mother-in-law at that meeting today, did you? May as well milk the effort. Yes, the hormonal carp was present. Marshall! She blew me a new one, as you would say.She ripped you a new one, I correct. The word blow has an entirely different meaning. I suggest you remove it from your lexicon.