and made a comment. The only comment that I have yet received on this blog.
Sad, but true. And I knew her. But I don’t care about her. If she existed or not, I do not care. She has had nothing but negative impact in my world, and she wanted something from me. Well FUCK HER!
I cannot tell you how much time I spent wishing she never existed. I cannot tell you how much anger and rage I had when i even thought of her. She used to be an acquaintance and now I could not give a shit about whether she lived or died, never mind that she wanted information from me.
She is a computer savvy bitch. So not only did she leave a comment here (how did she find this?), trying to get my sympathy, trying to get information from me, but she left a message in Youtubes! can you believe it? I never even really knew that I could get messages on youtube. She was rather insistent on Facebook and believe you me, she is not my friend on that site. Is there a feature on FB where you can block people from even messaging you? She sent me an email and said that she called. Granted, she had that information at some point legitimately. Anywhere else? I guess that might be all.
Anyway, it makes me feel more sympathetic towards my most recent ex. I think that if she tried to contact me as much as she did, even after I asked her not to, then she probably was crazy with him in similar and opposite ways. Granted, he has his faults, that is why I am no longer with him. But I feel more compassion for him. I felt that for a few days, this insistence beyond logic, her own validation for being able to proceed with me as she did, how did she deal with him? I mean, if you read any of my blogs the last one, or any others, you would know that I was devastated and sad about the break up. I was heartbroken. I wasn’t running away from the situation. I wanted to be with W but he couldn’t be with me b/c he was too damaged by whatever abuses and neglect that she threw his way. Ugh! what a bitch!
And I am SOOOooooooooo thankful that this was not two or three weeks ago. I do not know how I would have dealt with it then. Insult to injury I say. For now, I feel stronger in my decision. For now I feel less heartbroken. So it came at a time when I could be less angry, less irate, less devastated. Obviously it still makes me angry. But i can just chalk it up to crazy behavior, bad drama that is not mine.
alas, I am moving on.