You know, there comes a time when you think you've gotten over someone and the universe decides to test you, just to make sure. Lately for me this has come in the form of some disturbing dreams about Satan. In the first one, we were getting married but I got the distinct sense that it was rushed. Not a whole lot of people showed up. Even though the groom was there, and so was my dress, the hair and make up people showed up waaaay late, thereby ensuring the wedding wouldn't happen. In the second one, which occurred last night, there was some type of natural catastrophe and I went to his house (he conveniently lived in Long Beach in the dream, how nice!) and told him exactly what I thought of him and his Hail-Mary-baby-having-cheating-slut-ex girlfriend-that he married. In the dream I felt very vindicated. When I woke up, I felt mildly nauseated. I told my sister and she said, "EWW! You SHOULD be disturbed!" I think she's right.
I wasn't the only one who was tested this week. Red recently came to terms with the fact that she's over Snitch. It took a lot of soul searching, which all we go through after a break up. We come to take responsibility for our part in a relationship. The universe, however, had other ideas. Today it reared it's ugly head in the form of a posting by Snitch on this very blog (which I promptly deleted, because it was just entirely too ridiculous and full of convenient lies). For those of you who need a refresher, cruise down a few posts (in August) and read "How to make break-ups extra crappy", where I have an open letter to him entitled, "Dear Ass Hat". None of what he said matters, because Red is over it. She's doing great right now. And even though Snitch told her his life is so grand now, it makes one wonder why, a whole 5 months later, he felt the need to opine on a post he literally had to dig for. Hmmm....
As for the rest of his comments about my personal experiences, that's exactly what my blog is about. So others, along with myself, can comment on my mistakes. If he bothered to read the most current postings, he would see I had somewhat of a realization. Evolving must not be something he recognizes, however, since he's already perfect! So, my advice still stands: Stay single Snitch/Ass Hat. Most woman don't care what you have, you're still an asshole. No one will ever be to your standards because on the inside you don't like YOURSELF or what you want. This is not the female population's problem, so do us all a favor and go take a hike. And don't come back.
The End
I wasn't the only one who was tested this week. Red recently came to terms with the fact that she's over Snitch. It took a lot of soul searching, which all we go through after a break up. We come to take responsibility for our part in a relationship. The universe, however, had other ideas. Today it reared it's ugly head in the form of a posting by Snitch on this very blog (which I promptly deleted, because it was just entirely too ridiculous and full of convenient lies). For those of you who need a refresher, cruise down a few posts (in August) and read "How to make break-ups extra crappy", where I have an open letter to him entitled, "Dear Ass Hat". None of what he said matters, because Red is over it. She's doing great right now. And even though Snitch told her his life is so grand now, it makes one wonder why, a whole 5 months later, he felt the need to opine on a post he literally had to dig for. Hmmm....
As for the rest of his comments about my personal experiences, that's exactly what my blog is about. So others, along with myself, can comment on my mistakes. If he bothered to read the most current postings, he would see I had somewhat of a realization. Evolving must not be something he recognizes, however, since he's already perfect! So, my advice still stands: Stay single Snitch/Ass Hat. Most woman don't care what you have, you're still an asshole. No one will ever be to your standards because on the inside you don't like YOURSELF or what you want. This is not the female population's problem, so do us all a favor and go take a hike. And don't come back.
The End