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Kind of Bitter. Kind of Excited.
I am having some red wine. I am feeling cocky and sarcastic and bitter and empowered. It is not just my embibing either. I have been hanging out with my friends who as a group are known as "chulas" which means "cuties" in Spanish. Dayum, that is so freakin multicultural----especially for a bunch of white chicks, plus the token: one latina, one Asian Indian, and one half breed Native American. Anyways, I am sitting around drinking and my mind wonders to thinking about fairness right? Of course I am going thru a divorce, I mean who isn't? And yeah, I am one sour phukyn bitch, mmmkkkaaaayyy? But really, I am not bitter or sour or whatever cuz my soon to be ex mother fucker is a mother fucker. I am sour or bitter or whatever for wasting all of my young life behaving like an indentured servant. I am bitter at ME. People do to you what you allow and I allowed a quivering, gelatenous, drunk, snoring, philandering, ass to define me as "ingrate," "bitch," "cunt," "whore," and generally as someone with little worth.
Do I want to gouge out his eyes and float his dick in a jar? Yeah. Am I gonna do that? Probably not. So what then? I decided to BLOG. Hey, laugh if you want but it beats the crap outta going to JAIL.
He is never going to read this blog, so I think if I say what I want here, then I will feel better, so here goes:
Dear Dan the Dickhead,
I want you to know that I am not sure you are good enough to breath my air. Your girlfriend, Jennifer, is a freakin farm animal and I agree that you may need a place out in the country since her girth alone constitutes her as livestock. Moo. And even if she does not win a ribbon at the rodeo, I want you to know that you both have my blessing. I mean, how two people as gross and desperately unattractive as you both are found each other and dared get naked or jesus help me have intercourse is in all likliehood a sign of the apocalypse. I am now and ever shall be grateful for the first hand warning. I have now been able to look forward to each day as if it was my last. I have been able with the support of friends and my own new love, Ted, to see myself for the person I really am and the value that I actually have.
So I raise my glass of shiraz to new beginnings and a second chance at life and to the hope that both of you die a miserable and painful death.
Do I want to gouge out his eyes and float his dick in a jar? Yeah. Am I gonna do that? Probably not. So what then? I decided to BLOG. Hey, laugh if you want but it beats the crap outta going to JAIL.
He is never going to read this blog, so I think if I say what I want here, then I will feel better, so here goes:
Dear Dan the Dickhead,
I want you to know that I am not sure you are good enough to breath my air. Your girlfriend, Jennifer, is a freakin farm animal and I agree that you may need a place out in the country since her girth alone constitutes her as livestock. Moo. And even if she does not win a ribbon at the rodeo, I want you to know that you both have my blessing. I mean, how two people as gross and desperately unattractive as you both are found each other and dared get naked or jesus help me have intercourse is in all likliehood a sign of the apocalypse. I am now and ever shall be grateful for the first hand warning. I have now been able to look forward to each day as if it was my last. I have been able with the support of friends and my own new love, Ted, to see myself for the person I really am and the value that I actually have.
So I raise my glass of shiraz to new beginnings and a second chance at life and to the hope that both of you die a miserable and painful death.
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Comment by Ubercounselor on July 4, 2009 at 10:06am
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Once we are not in the same house any more and my kids know we are splitting Right now I have to lie to them on a daily basis abouit where daddy is and put up with his threats to leave me with nothing
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Comment by Lily Roth on July 4, 2009 at 12:50am
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"float his dick in a jar".........You have such an eloquent way with words.......Have another drink on me chula!
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Comment by Mike Dillon on July 3, 2009 at 10:20pm
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You are 100% correct about jail. Do not go there. For any reason. Ever. Trust me.
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I do not want to live any more of a miserable life than I have already. I thank her for taking him off my hands. I hate him.
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Comment by SeaRain on July 3, 2009 at 7:37pm
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First of all, get rid of YOUR man as a lifeline. Keep him as a friend and then lover.
And THEN: "raise my glass of shiraz to the hope that both of you live a miserable and painful life
You'll get over him and her soon. Get your anger out - it is necessary and important.
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Oh no! My chulas are my lifeline along with my man.
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Comment by C Raine Zima on July 3, 2009 at 7:10pm
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What you just said and did is cathartic and costs a lot less than a therapist. Good going.. take care and he can go u know where..... u will heal..... and he doesn't deserve you.... Raine
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Comment by Lobo on July 3, 2009 at 6:57pm
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If I may...
It sounds like he still has control over you--at least over your emotions. The thought of him causes you extreme anger and pain. Thinking about his new life causes you to relive the pain of your old life with him. His terribly abusive ways hurt you in the past and the hollow echo of those abuseive attacks on your psyche still haunt you today. I hope you'll be able, with time, to let go of the anger and hurt and even be able to forgive your ex. Only then will you really be free from his contol.
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Comment by Mrs. Alendar on July 3, 2009 at 6:48pm
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To new beginnings and a second chance! Love you, chula, and will talk to you later...
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Comment by Pilot on July 3, 2009 at 6:37pm
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So how do you really feel about Dan the Dickhead?????
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