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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Warning: TMI/Dirty Dirty Dirty Laundry.

And I really don't care that I'm writing about this. I don't care who reads this. I don't care if you think it's horrible that I'm talking about this in public. I don't care if you're friends with Mr. X. I don't care!

Yesterday I walked into the home that I own with Mr. X to find a woman standing there and Mr. X in a towel.

And I was feeling all civic and peppy because I'd just voted too (Yay Nutter!).

He is well aware of the fact that I come to the house on Tuesdays and Fridays to collect some more of my stuff and spend time with the cats.

After telling him to put on fucking pants next time and him telling me to grow up and trying to escort me out the door while Miss X cowers in the bathroom upstairs, I flew out of the house, shaking and upset and called every single one of my friends whom I knew would understand.

I think the best, most dramatic aspect of this story was that Sophie was meowing during this whole scene. Like the plaintive cries of the neglected baby in the bassinette while the parents upstarts fight. Meow Meow Meow. Wahh Wahh Waah. I almost laughed because it was just way to perfect to be staged.

Let me be very clear: I have no issue with Mr. X getting some action. In fact, I'm happy he's boning someone. Fair is fair. The part that makes me sick to my stomach is the fact that he's 'accidentally' flaunted it in my face, in the house that we own together that I have keys to, that I come and go to as I please.

If he'd just had the balls to tell me about it so I would know to stay away. Then if I was the one with the problem with it, it would be on me. But this. This was so disrespectful to me and the space that I share. I am irrationally very upset about this.

Oh, did I mention that I found condoms laying around the den a couple of months ago? Yeah, subtle hints. He's big on subtle hints. Bastard.

I have never been more humiliated in my life. I hate that people knew about this. I feel like they let me walk right into a trap. I have been made to feel a fool. Little makes me angrier than feeling like a fool. If you really want to experiment with the wrath of Oy Vey, try and make me look stupid. It's a very sensitive spot for me. I especially felt like that with Mr. X, who was very good at making sure that he knew what was better for me than I did.

I hate him right now.


Anonymous sherry from Ind. said...

I've been reading you for quite some time.If you can,..keep the car,sell the Business. I know it bites.. but. You'll be happier without that weight on your shoulders. As for Mr. X....Hmmm. Are you intentionally "slow" in moving your things, just to have an excuse to go there? Just food for thought.Hang in there,It's had to have been a rough year for you.

5/20/2007 5:43 PM  
Anonymous cupcake said...

Aloha Stranger. I am so sorry you had to see that. How awful. Just plain old crappy, hurtful, awful, painful, and completely devastating. I am sending you a hug.

Last year, my roommate and her ex-husband divorced. He remarried two weeks later. They had two children. After spending the last year with my friend, I can assure you, despite the time, effort, and hard work, you will heal. Of course, in your own due time, but it will not always be like this. I highly recommend two books: "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert and "Happily Ever After" by Ms. Armstrong (Lance's ex-wife). I know they helped BigStar. I wish you peace. I truly do.

5/22/2007 9:34 AM  

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