Fountainhead

We closed on the house today. Picture me doing a happy dance. It's not pretty, but it's kind of cute. Trust me on this.

There's still details to be done before we officially relocate there, such as getting the glass doors put on the showers, but we can start the migration.

On another note, I'm feeling tense and pissed off that the Ass Clown has sent a couple emails to my husband trying to be all buddy-buddy with him. As of the moment, I haven't said anything to my husband about the fallout of our friendship (although my husband does know about this blog and I don't know if he's kept up with it or not). However, I seriously doubt my husband has missed that I have not said a single thing kind or nasty about my ex-friend in a rather long time. This is completely unlike me to not have mentioned Allen in conversation. That, added to the fact that Allen made a trip to the U.S. recently and made no attempt to visit us probably would be sending some curious red flags in my husband's head.

Frankly, I am of a couple suspicions. First, that the asshole might be trying to tick me off. I think this is not terribly likely, although I do rather like the idea that he might be trying to get back into my good graces via the backdoor of my husband. But that's my ego talking, not reality.

I think it more likely that the jerk is afraid of losing his business connections with my husband. The two of them have never really been particularly tight except through me. Now suddenly he has an attack of socialization and small talk? What bullshit. I smell a rat.

But in all fairness, I do need to ask myself if I am displaying sour grapes over his solicitous behavior towards my husband. Perhaps I am being petty, paranoid and jealous? I must admit there may be some of that.

But I do feel disconcerted by his actions, between contacting my husband and his har-dee-har-har birthday email to me. If I cannot trust him, I want him to stay the hell away from my family. At one time, I thought I wanted him to care for my son should anything happen to me and my husband. Now I am horrified at the idea of this person who has never been accountable for anyone but himself raising my boy to be like him. But, shit, my son's middle name is Allen after him. Once upon a time, I thought the sun shined out his ass.

I am so fucking broken over this. Still, I need to look hard at myself and be sure I am not being defensive fully out of anger. The last thing I need is to let this ass clown get me to poison myself.

I just want to do the right thing. Everything in my life is so good today. I want to stay on this path.

Comments

[Rae]

So glad to hear you closed on the house. The rest of the stuff will pass, but I'm sorry it has you feeling out of whack.

Catching up on earlier posts:

First, I've been busy, decided to get back into working professionally (Taxes), to see if I had: 1)Destroyed too many brain cells, and 2)Cope with people any better than I have in the past.

The answer to both is no, so I guess the glass is 1/2 full.

I'm going to forward the pictures of your house to the Basic American Determination for the Assessment of Systematic Synergy Comission, (aka Bad-Ass). I fear that the proportions are all wrong.

I am flattered by your piece about the old codger, (Me), hobbling his toothless, stumbling way, forcing his unshaven, unwashed body forward, but with his still clear and lively eyes, his superlatve brain pushing his feeble body ever forward, tramping across this wide land of ours with a lantern, searching for truth as he leans on his walking stick, or at least someone who can make a decent baloney and cheese sandwich.

Of course, my reading about writing has told me that you have to develope a character in your mind, even the parts you don't use, just so you know the character, and what better way to do that than interview me over breakfast sometime?

I'll tell you everything you would like to ask except about my sex life.

Come to think of it, I could tell you about my sex life too right at the moment. They could turn it into a Walt Disney movie and you could even let the little alien watch it, he wouldn't learn anything.

Well, you seem to be getting enough incentives to write, so you don't need another one from me.

So......maybe it's time to chit or get off the pot do u think?

Peace.

david

[MiseryMarketing]

Just in case you havent read my blog, when wives express feelings for others it can fuck their husbands up pretty good. Maybe beyond repair. As soon as I find out that anyone in the world knows my blog is mine I will burn it to the ground. Viva la Revolution!!!!

[Mary (MPJ)]

Yay on closing on the house! As for the other Allan stuff -- time will sort it out. Hugs!