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The Downfall of My Nemesis

So it happened. The person who made my life a living nightmare for a year and three months was fired yesterday. I received the news by trusted confidant. No one ever wants to celebrate the loss of a job but this person was truly toxic. Toxic at work and to my mental health. I had a hard time accepting I lost my job. Probably because I always wanted to work there and they took that from me. I wasn't surprised I lost it because I didn't fit in and it was made clear I wasn't wanted. I didn't participate in their gossip so they punished me for it and the cost was my 9 year career. Frankly, looking back I wouldn't want to still be there because I was miserable and who wants to be miserable?...but they still took my job and I guess that is what hurts. They not only "took" but they made me feel something I never want to feel again "unworthiness." I hate that they made me feel that way because I know better but yet they made me feel that day in and day out. The reality is what's done is done. They will never apologize, they will never know they hurt me because those ladies are not the kind of people who understand hurt, otherwise, why inflict it? I can't change the past but move forward. Like Walt Disney said, "We Keep Moving Forward." Yesterday, karma has reared it's ugly head and the woman who truly hurt my soul and hurt several people I care about, suddenly, finds herself in the position I was in 9 months ago, without a job. I feel some closure in this fact. To know her kind of meanness has been stopped at the place I cared about. I know I need to get over this whole situation as its a) not healthy and b) its not good to look back...but the fact that she was so hurtful to so many, I can't help but feel justice has been served and that the wrong that was done against me has somehow been rectified in a small way. Really, I don't even want to think about these people, they are not worth thinking about but yet, something lingers and haunts me. I want them to know they hurt me. Since they will never say the words, I will...YOU HURT ME AND IT WAS WRONG!
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