Don't know what you got, til its go-o-o-o-ne

Thank you, Tom Kiefer.

So my newest annoyance in the land of ex-ville... she keeps texting him something everyday. Pictures of kitties. Pictures of him with "remember this?" Reminders about his favorite shows. he doesn't acknowledge any of it. I doubt she realizes I gave him his phone and he hates cell phones. The only reason he has it is because she let the cable/phone bill lapse. Good lord. I doubt she realizes that he hates bothering to figure out how to download pics so he just has me do it for him, so I see almost every message. I don't even care, its just funny...

What does bother me is the stalking. She doesn't know that my grandmother lives on her strafe pattern away from his house... I see you. Last time I saw her, my Nova was out front, having just took a shit, ruining my day, and then I saw her so I waved super big with a fake smile saying through my teeth "oh that's nice. Maybe she's stealing your mail too?" and waving like a Jackass.

I was in a bad mood. I was being cunty.

Other than that... things are good. Its mostly a mild irritation, mostly because of how poorly she treated him. Putting him down, calling him a loser, an asshole, a worthless prick. Who says that kind of stuff? I never called my ex an asshole until the very end... because I thought he was being one by not telling me we were over before dating someone else. I cared about my ex, and for some of his failings, he cared too. He may not have wanted to continue a relationship and held on too long, and I think that was because he didn't want to hurt me, and he made some poor choices. But Jesus, he never put me through the wringer like that, and trust me, he is smart enough and has the ability to. We had some spectacular fights but it wasn't until we were over. I was reeling in hurt and boy did we fight, but we didn't fight that ferociously when we were together. We fought all right but it wasn't as vicious as she is.

I feel lucky, yet I feel bad. I don't like what she did to him. I am glad he is picking himself up and realizing he is a worthy person, and he isn't awful and ugly and unlovable.

Because I love him.

And he loves me.

All in all, that's what really matters.