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“What the fuck?” stopped covering it a long time ago. Seriously. I could ask myself “is he serious?” But the answer is always YES.

So I got on a dating site awhile back……if you haven’t done this and you actually want to meet a “nice guy”, don’t bother. If you are looking for A+ entertainment….go for it.

Anyway, this idiot lived here for 4+ years, has my number, Facebook messenger, email; you know, all the conventional ways you might contact your daughter’s mother or maybe YOUR WIFE. But we’re dealing with an illogical person. He writes me on March 25th on this dating site….that I haven’t been on in forever. I didn’t even see it until May 1st. Here’s what my little love muffin had to say;

“I can’t believe you’re still on here. Smh…Hope you guys are alright. Hope, even more you wished the same for me. I need those papers from you. Let me go or say something. We both know, you’ve known where you can find me the whole time.”

And then he deleted that profile. Did I mention he has me blocked on Facebook, he changes his number as much as he does girlfriends and who the fuck knows where he lives! Yet, “we both know, blah, blah, blah”

Let me interpret this into sociopathic language; “I’m a loser (ok, maybe i added that for fun) I can’t keep a girlfriend anymore, I want to remind you we are still married (after all, it used to mean something so let me try to play on your heart strings), and I hope you feel guilty for not taking care of me and this is your fault because you know how to find me. Has it been long enough for you to have come to your senses (aka; forgot i was an abusive asshole) because i need someone to support me.” Oh yeah, and then I’m going to block you because that’s always been a wonderful way to screw with you.

IF I could reply; “Dear darling husband, you are still here too or you couldn’t have messaged me. Hope you rot in hell. Hope, even more….IT’S REAL DAMN HOT! You don’t need shit from me. I DID let you go and said a whole lot in the process. And we both know, you’re full of shit.”

I love it (not so much) when people think his absence means he’s gone.

Bye Bye Baby

April 17, 2016.

That’s the last time I was face to face with the person that created this never ending hurricane.

That’s the last time my daughter saw her father.

That’s the last time my stepson saw him in person.

It seems like so long ago. I remember asking him for months if he wanted to see them and he kept telling me how busy he was….oh yeah, he had gotten a new job and predictably, he was stellar. They were ready to make him a¬†supervisor after a month. Haha, everything with him was enormously over inflated. I remember my daughter staring at the ground and she wouldn’t look at him for a long time. I remember him telling his son all about going to some stupid shit (a go cart speedway or something) and thinking how that must make him feel.

His son used to text him and message him. His father no longer replies to those texts or messages. At all.

He will when he needs something he can use his son for…..