I took one of those tests on facebook. It was “what does your taste in music say about you.”
This is what it said about me;
You enjoy edgy, aggressive, and assertive music – all words we would use to describe you as well. Not one for “gentle” or “simple” music, your tastes lean toward music that fulfills certain wants and desires you may have either consciously or subconsciously. Many psychological studies have drawn similarities between individuals who enjoy classical music, and those who enjoy metal/hard rock – all of this research standing true with you. You are reserved and introverted yet extremely intelligent and observant – taking in your environment like a sponge. You have very (and we mean VERY) little patience for ignorance, stupidity, and people who take advantage of the less-fortunate. Above all else, you value controlling your own life and choices – and detest anyone else attempting to make them for you. Independence is key!
And I copied and pasted it to Andy and this is part of what he said,
As far as the Face book test. Actually I think it’s pretty close. Edgy can mean many different things and in your case you are to some extent edgy. Very independent, like to have control of your life choices, and take in your surroundings well.
This may not have been how you saw yourself when you were married but things have changed and I am sure you have. You may have not realized that you did but you’ve made some big changes in your life that maybe overshadowed some of the mental changes you’ve made.
And even laughing out loud. My mother calls my son from time to time. Now she’s complaining SfB is either drunk or hung over. Plus she’s still complaining about him cutting the hose with the mower last summer.
Oh, and she whined she doesn’t think it’s fair I’m making him pay me to get his stuff out of storage.
Seriously, screw her. I have over 20 years worth of stupid shit SfB did that I can bitch about. I still don’t know how he got to be so old and is such an incompetent human being.
Oh, and he doesn’t clean his house and it took him a month to get her car cleaned out.
Ya know, the longer I don’t talk to her the more I realize all she does is complain. I kid you not, my mother is 78 and is still bitching about something that happened when she was 10!!! I really don’t mind not listening to her bitch and moan about every fucking thing in her life.
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.