ex-blog #2

So today would have been mine and the ex's anniversary. I've been thinking about the few months leading up to d-day where she took little things away day by day and then had me convinced that I was crazy and paranoid before she finally admitted, "yes, I've been cheating on you, and yes, we're through." People do that shit. Things are sailing along smoothly and they wake up one day and decide they're gonna change all the rules. They don't always tell you, though, cuz they gotta keep you as back-up in case the new thing doesn't work out, so you gotta just kinda figure out by their mood and the way they are treating you that something might be wrong. And then you know you're right when you ask and they get all huffy...

Then there are the people like my crazy I'm gonna ruin all your A&P tests ex who owe me money but are never gonna pay it back. Ok, it's only like $250, but still. He knew all along he owed me money from a few various mishaps where we snuck into the emergency stash, and promised to pay me back, but when we broke up:

Me: And you owe me money. Pay up.
Him: Fuck that. You're a jew, you're made of money.
Me: Fuck you. And your obsession with the jewess. Pay up.
Him: You got receipts?

Then there are the people who withhold things from you and don't answer your phone calls. Katie bought a wheel for her bicycle when she was in Madtown in January and her exboyfriend was gonna send it to her. Now...it is April 22nd, Earth Day, a day we should all be hanging up our car keys and putting on padded shorts to more fully enjoy our gel seats. But...no wheel. 17,000 phone calls later and only one of them answered, no wheel. Begging and pleading, promises of "I will leave you alone if you just send my fucking wheel"...no wheel. Is Eric holding the wheel over her head, just wanting to retain control of one last little piece of the relationship that has been blown to pieces like a tire plowing through a pile of nails?

And you all wonder why I spend so much time with my dog.