When searching for how to appropriately and succinctly congratulate a malign ex on an achievement, the words themselves can often feel sticky and emotionally infected—This much I noted when masticating the semantics of one such commendation. How does one say:
Congratulations on your [of or having to do with ovens] fame.
It seems so simple a concept, if I only had the right word.
We ended quickly; after an arduous, emotional stagnation had long set in. I think we had both wondered at if it would end, who would end it, and how. Then it was done.
After our seemingly impetuous schism, I rallied quickly—perfunctorily.
There was much speculation from many sides, as to the benefit of my propensity for self-exoneration. Enter the people that cared for me most, the ones that so poignantly exact my fears & assumptions. Some of them judged, while others condoned, or observed. Osmotic conversations—tears, concern, understanding, and compassion.
Now there’s avoidance. But we share friends, social events. Which leads to ridiculously feigned unawareness. Unacknowledgment. I seek to avoid wrath.
My relationships have always evolved into friendships. I don’t know here.
But I’ll try. Thus I look for a word, to say what I want a word that means of or having to do with ovens.