First I would like to start this by stating that things are progressing with the young lady that I spent the weekend with. This would be irrelevant but for the fact that someone from my exes camp, a friend of Zoe’s who happens to know someone that my date knows is spreading rumours and misinformation about me. I wouldn’t give it much merit except for the fact that they are being malicious and making wild claims about my character and just plain lying. Saying things like that my ex has a restraining order against me, no she doesn’t. Not even a little at all. I cannot directly contact her. Also, however this is a two-way street and kind of backfired when she made it happen as I showed the police my texts which were the catalyst for the incident and they agreed that she was crazy. Of course it was in my best interest to stay away from her (I agreed heartily) as I had told her in the text that I would, yet she still called the police… proving essentially that she was spastic. The police assured me that anything coming from her would be reasonable for me to contact them and have them intervene on my behalf. Now, in public occupying the same business, like the club I was at, I only attempted to make contact in order to remain diplomatic and she decided to be a drama queen and run to a bouncer like a fucking child. Whatever. Great way to make yourself look more sane and mature, well done. Also these same people were telling my new lady friend that I write a blog about how horrible my ex is… For fuck sake. Don’t flatter yourself. My blog is about me as I am way more important than you. Even if I was a stranger and looked at the two of us I would identify myself as the important one between the two of us. Save for the fact that you have children. Most of the entries about Zoe were positive ones until she actively began rejecting me from her life (about a month and a half into our relationship, more on this later). I worship women, even in my total disgust with Zoe I still love her. I still find her valuable in a small way. Despite the fact that she is utterly useless as a mate to anyone and completely self interested to a detriment to her children I still think that she is beautiful. Even though I think that she is actively doing harm psychologically to both of her children (more on this later) I think that she still deserves to be mother to her children.
At the end of it all really the only thing about this blog that matters in the grand scheme is: It’s anonymous. Made up names and places, no ties to any reality at all whatsoever, so unless I told you about it personally you have no way of knowing who is involved or what all of this is about. I did however tell Zoe. So this pretty much assures to me that she is personally involved in the attempt to sabotage my character and my current ongoing… I’ll say relationship for lack of a better word as we haven’t defined it, nor do I think we intend to. So happy birthday Zoe, I hope you are reading intently because I am about to ruin your day. I would like to remind you that the pseudonym I chose for you came from a prostitute. Because let’s be honest the best aspect of you was your body and I would say your ability in the sack but that was 80% me. You were a sex puppet. Thanks for showing up though, you do have a nice body, as always if you ever get bored look me up. Hate sex is better than love sex in my opinion.
I want to begin by saying two things: First the only reason that you stick in my mind is not because of who you are, but what you represented, the potential that you had and utterly failed to live up to. Second, all humans are fallible and I will accept that my assessment below might be a bit biased and not necessarily accurate being entirely from my perspective. I am going to do my absolute best to remain as objective as possible because I want this to read with purity. I want it to be understood why I was over you as a person right away yet I cannot shake the idea of you like a supercharged case of chlamydia.
Things started rough between you and I because you put no effort into anything and your excuse is: “It shouldn’t take effort.” Actually, if you ask any successful couple anywhere they talk, they argue, they compromise, essentially they are constantly expending effort on making their relationship work. You had no intention of doing this from day one. Which is why anything that you have ever complained about with regards to us has been squarely on you. From very early on you would go to your friends places and bitch about me. You would fill their heads with all kinds of strange ideas about how I was a terrible guy but then return to me and carry on as though everything was okay. When I first met all of your friends they liked me. They liked me a lot. Then you went to them and cried wolf. You painted some horrible monster image and they believed it. In reality it was all just you clucking about growing pains and there really wasn’t anything there except for a loving guy who brought you flowers, cooked you fine meals, rubbed your feet every night, gave you 7 or 8 orgasms to his 1 (or none) and was bipolar and having a tough time adjusting to a small child. In short, a really good guy trying his very best for you and being repaid in betrayal by a self-centered, entitled cunt. You refuse to talk about your relationship issues. Flat out. This is the stupidest thing I have ever fucking heard I think if you asked any of your friends they would tell you that you should talk over your problems with your significant other. In fact, rather than do this you went and cried to your friends, whom you’ve known for around 20 years, who are going to agree with and reinforce everything that you tell them. You did this rather than take it up with me, your boyfriend. If you had a problem with me, the only fucking person you should have spoken to about those issues was me. Your friends are only going to commiserate. They aren’t going to tell you that you are wrong. They aren’t going to challenge your crazy even though they clearly know that you are crazy. I’m not shaming you for your obvious psychological illnesses, I have disorders too. The difference being that I track mine, I take pills, I see a therapist. While you on the other hand are just running around free to be as batshit cuckoo as you see fit with no checks nor balances. Your friends are doing nothing to save you from yourself. Why? You might ask, because they know that the moment they try to intervene you will go vesuvius. Your temper is beyond all comprehension. When I’m dysphoric I am problematic, your regular anger defies logic.
So we can see that you had self sabotaging habits very early on in our relationship. You didn’t want it to work. You would say things like that you wanted us to be together for the next 60 years, but then bitch to your friends at work. While you were perpetually keeping me one foot out the door. I would talk about ways I would improve your place, at first you seemed kind of part way lightly interested in the ideas. Ultimately you were never even a little bit interested in the reality, because it involved a future with me. You wanted to keep a pretty man on the other side of the phone who was good in bed to show up and sexually satisfy you at a whimsy. Eventually this got old and you began flirting with other men. You tried to keep this private but it was fairly plain to see. Where once you would use your phone any old way and lay it down face up you had started using it 3 inches from your nose and setting it face down. I’m not an idiot. I eventually called you out on this but you denied it. Sure, I have no proof but I don’t need any, everything about your behaviour and demeanor during this period was suspicious. Maybe you weren’t sleeping with him/them, but you were flirting with other men. I mean fuck, I even saw messages to you from other men. Men who don’t feel as though they will get a response do not just randomly message women flirtily uninitiated. Hell, maybe whatever you were sending their way was innocuous, but you hadn’t made that very clear to them obviously. You had also removed me from your facebook half way through our relationship. Completely shady. There was nothing about you that was trustworthy behaviour as a person. You spoke poorly about me behind my back, you dealt favorably with other men behind my back. All in all you were a shitty person and a shitty partner.
It would end there except that you are having massive negative impact on your whole family. All of them. I really like both of your children and your mother and aunt were very sweet until you turned them against me. Your self-centered behaviour is spoiling the children’s relationship with their grandmother at times. You are really needlessly hard on your daughter and yeah I know that you think that you are being helpful or playful or trying to get through to her or whatever the fuck you think that is, but I think it deeply affects her more than she lets on. You cycle men through your life every few months. I offered you a long-term stable alternative and you injected it with rot and plague. The men that you choose other than myself thus far that I am aware of are not what I would call positive examples for your children. Even myself, you fucked with me so much that you made me a nightmare to them as well… I would have been just fine had you not been perpetually turning me away, casting me aside, treating me like shit and frankly frustrating me to the point of dysphoric fits. Yes, I yelled on a few occasions. After you had made my life with you so fucking miserable, been as shady, backstabbing and disrespectful as you could potentially be. Fuck, even the food I made for you, you made a habit of throwing it back in my face and making statements like: “We don’t eat anything fancy.” or “We just eat normal food.” I made normal food, you are white trash. I was trying to elevate you to regular blue collar plus status.
So your daughter is a wonderful girl and intelligent, I hope that when the time comes she is smart enough to see what is wrong with you and just accept you for you and carry on with her life. Your son however… I have spoken to my parent friends. None of their kids are afraid of the dark nor piss the bed at 4. You know why? Because they don’t mollycoddle them. They weaned them off of those things, got rid of the night lights. Your son is a sweet boy. He has a very mild and kind disposition. I do actually miss him a great deal sometimes. I reach for kinder eggs when I am out shopping and observe that I have no reason to buy them, realize what I have done and I get a little teary. Everytime I’m in the dollar store I think about getting finger lights and again… same thing. I’m actually crying as I type this right now. You daily accused me of hating him. That little bastard has a spot in my heart and you dared to say that. Every fucking day. The only reason we ever had conflict over him was because I cared. I cared in the outcome. So I’m sorry if I offended your perfect parenting sensibilities but being a helicopter mother who is creating a mothers boy the likes of Norman Bates frightens the shit out of me.
The idea of you was that of a readymade family. A woman with a comparable lifestyle and income with a home and the intention of improving her life. You have no interest in improving anything. You have your myopic Zoe-land where you will continue to go out dancing at the same shitty small town club with your bimbo 25 year old friend because it keeps you feeling young and desirable. The same 25 year old bimbo who stole a boyfriend from you no less. The same 25 year old bimbo who is doing her best to sleep with everyone but her boyfriend, that didn’t make me uncomfortable at all, you are the company you keep. Yet, you never do get approached there. You have all of your high school friends, which should tell you something about yourself. You never did really move past the high school stage of your life and they will take everything that you say as gospel. You will never grow, nor change. Yet you are probably happy with this because you will have a never ending supply of fresh horny dudes who want to use your body poorly to gratify themselves. And you had a champion. I’d pity you but anyone who throws away as much as you have without a concern is too stupid to pity. If you were an animal you would be so pathetic nobody would even take the time to put you out of your misery.
I’m sure there are loads more things I could say but this is all I could think to type up in a minute or two and I really don’t want to waste anymore time on you. I only did this because these things have been rattling around in my head and needed a way out. I have a life to live and other better women in vastly better places to explore. FYI: I won’t live in this region for long so if you can manage to shut your pie-hole about me that would be just fucking peachy sweetheart. I’m no longer any of your business, so if you could kindly refrain from spreading manure and lies around about me that would be swell. The offer still stands though, if you want to get together for a cheap thrill in a motel 6 my number hasn’t changed, I promise not to call the cops if you call me. Unless it’s for anything else.