December 15, 2003
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so it’s that time of year again, and here I am, passing out the medals for the passive-aggressive’lympics!
and this year, gold goes to the soon to be fex! I like to keep these speeches short, so let me just share highlights from the past 24 hours:
- making the children’s absolute favorite meal, homemade pizza, when you know I’m taking them to a friend’s house for a goodbye dinner!
- picking the one realtor in town I have a problem with!
- arranging to be gone on the days I’m moving and might need help with the children!
- making all nice so that I give you all the truly great holiday break days with the kids, then yelling at me about the charges on the credit card statement!
- questioning me about whether or not I’m going to change my name, wondering why I’m not, and then saying of course you have no problem with it!
- not passing on my phone messages!
- oh, and how could I forget my favorite: telling everyone that the divorce is a mutual decision! oh I love that one!
I know there are so many more I could credit you with, but I want to stop thinking about it right now! congratulations, you are the biggest assclown I know! I lie in bed and fantasize about smacking you in the face, over and over and over and over…
- making the children’s absolute favorite meal, homemade pizza, when you know I’m taking them to a friend’s house for a goodbye dinner!
Comments (25)
I love you.
Sooo.. You’re moving in with me, right? Riiiiiiight?
of course! I’ll be there noon friday!
Maybe you’ll get lucky and he’ll win a Darwin Award next *smiles sweetly*
ps how do I stop the props from propping? Help!
and where is his mars. sign and aspects.
…up his ass, if satori’s aim is true.
i heart you, sugarpie. and i am laughing and laughing at kat.
love love love you
Bugger bugger bugger. What a cretin.
Many hugs to you.
GAH!! It will pass… quickly. I hope.
I used to fantasize about a brick and… well, I could probably get arrested for even thinking such thoughts. And damnit, they never came true. *sigh* A gal can dream.
what a douchebag. i wish you were closer so i could come kick his ass.
Hmm, passive-aggressive behavior . . . ain’t that the staple crop of these situations? Ugh, men . . . bastards.
oooooh he’s so deserving of something really really nasty.
this is the deal: it’s him, not you, causing this. SO he has to make himself act like it’s all you, or at least partly you so he doesn’t face the fact he’s turned out to be a seriously big asshole. he can’t accept the fact that he’s a big fucking jerk. which he is. I bet he’s a total mama’s boy, too.
sounds like he needs a nice x-mas card from me
~deletes gratuitous amounts of verbal abuse aimed at the fex in response to the above blah-g~
Gawdammit.
I can’t think of a single, witty, decent or amusing thing to say. Now I’m really pissed. That never happens.
OHHHHHHH … I fucking hate him. I don’t even know the bastard, but I loathe his presence. I despise his every breathe in and out.
He’s abused my wit.
Righteous rant, sister. May the fucker burn in hell or just get a really bad infection that doesn’t go away. And in a sensitive spot, let me just add.
What’s your moving day? You can dump the kidlets here, unless it’s friday night. (I have that prime rib engagement, remember)
smooch.
Ok, we all agree the man’s a bastard but dude, darling, you were not happy for a very long time. It’s true you haven’t decided to divorce him, but in your heart, you’ve divorced him long ago. Or am I wrong ? In that sense, it was a mutual decision. No ? I am very sure that you’ll thank him for it, later. I am so sure you’d be happier, once the dust sinks. Staying in a loveless relationship is not good and you’re now free to find love, dude, to find that place in yourself that loves all the yous in you and once you do, someone else will, too.
actually, I loved him.
and today the final straw is going to purchase the agreed apon xmas presents for the children only to have the clerk take my card away. he has taken me off of the credit cards.
I specifically confirmed that buying those things was a joint decision. that was just mean on his part. having my card declined, let alone taken, is one of my worst fears. I know it sounds stupid, but it is.
I will never thank him for a fucking thing. it may be a really poor idea to remain married to him, but I will never thank him for getting me into a mortgage I can’t manage, and a new car, then telling me he doesn’t love me and doesn’t think he should have to pay me any money.
I’m not mad at you, quirk, just at myself for marrying this bad, bad person.
what an utter cunt.
hmm
tell everyone he was having second thoughts about being a man, and that he needed the money for an operation. although he still loved you and the kids, he just felt that his calling was out there as a woman and could no longer afford to be married and look after the kids until he had a vagina and discover the real HIM.
there’s nothing I can say that hasn’t been said, except that my heart is breaking for you. And dammit, email me your phone number. I can’t find it anywhere!!!
He wasn’t a bad person when you married him, don’t beat yourself over the head. People change. Now you have to get out of this without getting shredded.
smack away, doll