It’s been a full year since I met Andy. We’re still talking by email. He still sends me really steamy emails once in a while. I take pics and send to him. He has encouraged me with every step and stair that I’ve taken in the last year. I’ve lost 20 pounds!! I *know* without a single doubt if he’s close enough he’ll come see me again.
The construction project is done so Ross left. I doubt if I ever hear from him again. He was good company while he was here.
I walked so much I wore the dog off the bottoms of a pair of Rocket Dogs! I ordered a new pair today.
So, my son called me last night. He said my mother called him and pretty much launched into a bitch fest about SfB. <cackle> Her and my Aunt are sorry they moved him over there and they’re trying to figure out how to get rid of him, he’s worthless, he fucks shit up, blah, blah, blah. I about died laughing while he was telling me all the shit she said. He said she asked why I never told her and my son told her “because mom don’t air her dirty laundry and you wouldn’t have believed her anyway.” He also filled her in on all the big lies he’s told and the internet “girlfriend.”
Serves her right.
I’ll laugh about this for *years*!!!
Oh and the best part is he said he didn’t even giggle or laugh while she was telling him all this stuff.
I broke up with Randy.
I had agreed to have a threesome with another man. Then he started bringing up having another woman. I told him I don’t do women several times. He would not let it drop and kept pushing the issue.
Then he started bitching about things. Just odd little things but it got on my nerves a couple of times.
Then the last saturday night I was there I was laying across the bed, leaning on my right elbow, giving him head and I moved wrong and my shoulder exploded into pain. It just pissed him off. That really hurt my feelings. Then sunday morning he got up really early so I packed up and put my stuff in the car. He actually drove off before I started my car. I texted him I didn’t think I’d be back. He never answered.
The next saturday I met Ross. He’s a construction super for a good size project here so he’ll only be here until November. And he’s married. We’ve become good friends in addition to being lovers. I’ll continue to see him while he’s here.
Andy is in Alaska and will be heading to Cape Cod in January. He has at least two more years with this company so I’ll cross my fingers he gets to come back to the mid-west some time next year.
So I listened. I put in an application for a trial court clerk position and I had an interview scheduled for next wednesday. Had. This morning the supervisor came in and told me I got a raise. So.. it made this job pay better than the court clerk position. But it’s not just the pay either. There are several reasons to keep my same job. My company has a match that goes into my Roth IRA. I don’t have to be vested. Once it’s in my account, it’s mine. The insurance in the other job would come out of my wages. I get an insurance benefit that pays my insurance plus gives me an extra $300 a month in income. The court positions never get overtime. I get an hour overtime every week and when the supervisor goes back to working saturday mornings I can get at least 4 hours overtime every week if I want.
So my mother can’t contact me any other way so she sent me a letter. It was not a letter of apology. It was hate filled. She said I was just being self-centered and vindictive. Okay. So I let several people read the letter that know what’s going on and so far not a single person thinks she’s right. My first cousin (on my father’s side) was floored. Her daughter-in-law was horrified.
I can’t say that I’m totally surprised by it. She’s always been hateful and when she makes somebody mad she turns it around and makes it the person who is mad’s fault. She’s made my sister mad and it was her fault for being mad. She’s made my Aunt mad and it’s her fault for being mad. So now it’s my fault for being mad. As far as I know she’s never apologized for a damn thing in her whole life.
She made her choice and now she can just live with it. The letter sealed it. I’m done with her, and when I’m done, I’m done.
I do know that for the very first time in my whole fucking life somebody thinks of me first. SfB sure as hell never did. He was about as inconsiderate as a person could be. And of course being a woman, the kids and husband always came first, were always considered first. Now my kids are grown and it’s just me. So now, I’m first. But, just putting yourself first isn’t being self-centered. I lived with Mr self-centered and inconsiderate for 22 years. I definitely know the difference.
Turns out she’s a little thief. She stole $20 out of my purse and swore up and down she didn’t. Then she swiped 3 lighters out of a kitchen drawer. I won’t be letting her in my apartment anymore.
I also totally blew her away when I told her I had two boyfriends and they know about each other. And they’re both perfectly okay with it.
Mr GB calls me nearly every day. He usually says he just wanted to check in with me. I love his voice.
Andy still emails me and tells me what his schedule is and where he’s going next. He’s home for a week right now.
He called twice today. Once from my mother’s phone which goes straight to voice mail and then he used somebody else’s phone and I answered it before I realized where the number was from. He wants to know what all is in storage. 2 fucking years later and he thinks I’m going to just drop what I’m doing and run down to Liberal so he can pick thru what’s in storage. No. Then he says he can come by and pick up the key. Hell no. He can just wait until I’m good and goddamn ready to go get it and then he can come get it out of my storage here.
Oh and apparently he has an actual job. First one in two years. All of a sudden he’s playing Mr Wonderful again. Sorry piece of shit. He’s doing his very best to turn my family against me.
I’ve also pretty much had it with my job. The “rules” only apply to certain people for one thing. The woman that’s the supervisor is flat out a bitch. One minute she’s stomping around the office being all hateful to everybody and the next minute she’s trying to be your best friend. I’m going to stop on my lunch hour and check into another job. If it pays enough and she’ll hire me I’ll put in my notice. Fuck them. Oh and they’ll be really fucked, I’m the only one that knows how to do my job. Nobody in the office knows how to write new petitions. Nobody. I’ll give them the standard two week notice and I’ll take my vacation time I have coming too.
At least I get to go see Mr GB friday. That’ll improve the hell out of this week.