Hint: It wasn’t about endlessly long essay titles. This title was not mine but oh well. If you made it through all 17 words, you just might make it through the short essay. Its about envy and me being all high-schooly petty and ridiculous and trying to be better than that.
I have a nemesis. She doesn’t know this about our relationship (mainly because we don’t have a relationship), but nevertheless, there it is.
We recognize each other and say, “Hi,” if we pass each other in the grocery store or while out walking. Our kids are at school together and have been for years.
Another reason she doesn’t know she is my nemesis is that I’m pretty sure the feeling is completely one-sided, all stemming from me and my terrible jealousy.
To read the rest, go here: What I learned about Myself When I Saw Another Mother With her Dress Tucked Into Her Underwear