Monday, October 6, 2014

Build a Bridge Dude.

Bitters
You know what I don't get? I liked this page on Facebook called something like "I'm Done with Your Betrayal and Deceit" because, you know, my most current ex is a total douche bag. And I like the page for some of its memes and its purpose but god damn are these people bitter.

Yes, I was incredibly upset for a couple of days when I found out that the Bat has a new girlfriend but then I got over it. I have some remarkable friends who support and love me. I've also wanted out of this house since freaking March or April and haven't really liked the Bat that much so why the hell should it bother me? Other than being lied to and used of course. Whatever, I'm stupid but he's an asshole. Live and learn.

But this Facebook page is so bitter at times and makes it sound like the world is only filled with assholes, love is a myth, and you should probably just reup your subscription to whatever premium porn site you like. I mean, they have nicer things than that but a lot of it is just really sad. And a lot of the commenters are bitter and dejected and clearly hung up on an ex so it's really kind of sad. Part of me thinks I might want to unfollow it because dude, that isn't me at all. Sure, right now I think men are misogynists who use women willy nilly and I have no use for them and can't wait till it's just me and the animals, but eventually I'll be sitting at a bar and some good looking guy will start chatting with me and I'll end up in a loving, healthy relationship with someone who deserves me and who I deserve.

No offense but get the fuck over it. If the person hurt you that much s/he is a cunt and you are way better off without him/her. Also, get a hobby and stop bitching about it on a public Facebook page.

A Different Ex
As I mentioned some time ago, J, my ex husband, recently contacted me. Man was that emotional. He was all types of nice to me and apologized for shit like not taking any responsibility for our divorce and treating me badly when we moved to Ohio, and just all sorts of stuff. Eventually I told him to quit apologizing and that I felt bad. He said  wasn't allowed to feel bad for his feeling bad for hurting me so I told him he could go ahead and keep feeling like a dickhole and I'd make stuff up if he wanted. Since then we've just talked every day, mainly by text, and it's been fantastic. I'm even flying out in November to see him. Sure, we'll never be more than good friends, but I never stopped caring for him and he's always been one of my favorite people. He still makes me laugh just like he always did ad I like hearing about his adventures in dating. He's currently seeing a new girl and he literally told me "she thinks I'm smart and funny and I like that she thinks that" which made me giggle. He was serious but it was funny because it was such an honest thing to say.

He's also been really helpful with my current situation and has offered me some perspective or, you know, basically just said "I'm sorry this happened. No, you aren't a jerk and you don't deserve this you just have a bad history with men who treat you badly. You aren't a Cunt Magnet." That was nice to hear because I asked him what the hell it was about me that led men to put me at the bottom of their priority lists and to just be hurtful. Sounds like I just have really poor taste. Although, let's be fair, J wasn't that bad of a guy, things just didn't work out.

I really look forward to visiting him and getting to be in Ohio during the fall because Texas sucks at Autumn. Also, he and I are going to get dressed up and go to one of the yuppie restaurants in his neighborhood. There we will order the cheapest appetizer to share and drink the cheapest of wine. Because we are weird people who like going to places and whispering about how we totally don't belong there. I'll also get to introduce him to Tits and we will all go to the casino in the early evening like the Bob Evan's early bird special people that we are.

So there you have it. That's where I am. Bounced back quickly didn't I?

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