So yesterday I went out with my H and a co worker of his and we hit softballs. Not sure why I hadn't thought of this before, but as soon as I started imagining the softball to be BM's head, my hits were harder, farther, stronger. And with each hit I would yell some cruel name aimed in her honor, such as fat f*ck*n cow, or stupid ugly b*tch. It really helped. I'm actually on a softball team through work and now I know what I can use as motivation. I highly recommend it.