It's a weird thing when you get a divorce. Now, mind you, I was married to a liar and a cheat, so I'm not heartbroken for a minute. The thing that sucks is that I don't get to have my little Beebles as my constant companion, and the fallout in the way that certain people react to a person who is single again.
A person I hold near and dear to me here in Alaska basically just shut me off from hanging out with her. I decorated her place last weekend at HER invitation. I didn't go over there. I respect their family and how they operate.
She is not married to the man she is living with. She USED to be married to him. They have a son. I really like these people. And I love their dogs and being treated like I was part of the family. She said so on many occasions. I cannot say how much I appreciated her support and encouragement during this past year of hell on wheels.
Well, all of a sudden there are no phone calls, no text, no drop ins... She used to come over here at least once or twice a week and we'd also meet for lunches or a glass of wine or whatever.
When a person you're close to suddenly just stops communicating with you, it's obvious something is amiss.
Then today when I texted her again to ask what on EARTH I have done wrong to be shut out completely so suddenly.
I received a terse and less than kind text that told me that she needed a break. That she wanted privacy and time with her family. She needed a break.
Wow.
Now, I also am not dumb and know that this happened exactly coinciding with the return of a certain bartender who has a gossip problem. He doesn't like the fact that this woman and I don't put up with his shit and we defend each other.
Well, this bartender had asked me some "innocent" questions about her upon his return from his two week vacation. I responded with the answers I knew regarding her holiday plans.
I didn't realize he was going to use those answers I gave as a means of insinuating that women are all basically gold diggers. He insinuated the same to me and I told him off. For some reason, he gets his jollies by making his customers not like each other.
As my friend Kathy says, "He likes to stir the pot." And he really does a good job of milking information out of people by asking "innocent" questions, and then he spins it to make it sound like I or whomever was saying something bad or mean about my friend.
It's bullshit and it's childish and I'm not going to spend my time or money over there now. I even gave him a small gift for him and his wife for Christmas. Really makes me mad that he wants to cause trouble for me. I don't get the motivations, but I do know that I'm not going over there when he's working.
This is the third time he's made things difficult for me or made me upset.
So, as in baseball, three strikes and you're out. OUT.
No more playing in my sandbox.
Strong women of the world unite! Nice people of the world unite!
No more accepting bad behavior from mean-spirited, petty people.
They can just start messing with each other and be un-nice to each other.
There are many sayings about the quality of a person being measured by the subjects they choose to discuss. Petty people talk about other people, quality people talk about ideas or events.
I'm not going to apologize for anything I've said about my friend. I was only saying answers to questions and I didn't say anything bad or mean about her. I don't know what else to do except vent here.
So, the ups and downs after the divorce continue. I'm up at work and now down about my friend.
Ugh.
Can we all just act like adults for a minute and just behave nicely?
That's all for now. I've gotta go write a SECTION of the newspaper that I was tasked with writing last week! Thank goodness for you, Anchorage Press!
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
The Good, The Bad and Then There's Him
So, the ongoing saga that is my life continues. Up one day, down the next. Smooth sailing for a time and then another round of bullshit with Mr. Sunshine.
He's truly one of the most ridiculously, outrageously, amazingly shitty human beings I have ever had the displeasure to know.
The reality of this cretin's existence is something to behold in the worst of ways. It's like a psychology experiment gone terribly wrong. My book about this will be juicy and amazing and will sound totally made up because it's so out there. The truth is, I am super creative but I could not possibly make up the scenarios, the illogic and the lies that this man passes of as truth - even under oath in the court. Lied right to the judge's face.
So now Mr. Sunshine owes me a crap load of money. It was court ordered to be in my possession no later than Friday, November 27th.
Yep.
Of course it didn't get here. He waited until I called and texted and threatened him with police coming to his brand new place of work to drag him off in front of his co-workers. THEN I got a response.
And the shithead didn't even call me by my first name. He addressed me like I was some utter stranger.
????
It's totally puzzling. And contrary to any logic that I can possibly imagine.
The way this man's brain works is COMPLETELY the opposite of any sentient being. I would trust my dog to make WAY better judgements than this person.
When the court explicitly orders you to give money to a person on or before a certain date? That's not up for negotiation.
As my last act of kindness when we were in court I did say to Mr. Sunshine that I would work WITH him if he could not raise the larger of the lump sums he owes me (that was the one due on the 27th).
Apparently he took that to mean that he simply could do whatever the fuck he wanted without even consulting me.
Just do what you're supposed to do for ONCE in your pathetic, sad, lonely life.
You might even gain some personal satisfaction from actually following through and DOING THE RIGHT THING.
So, in retaliation for his shitty behavior, I have been doing nice things:
Volunteering at the homeless shelter where they feed up to 1000 people per day.
I'm also going swimming at a beautiful indoor pool with my friend who gave me free passes to do so.
Today I created lovely food that I'm giving to friends.
And I'm going over to surprise decorate her mailbox with a giant bow of silver sparkly ribbon!
I also created two little arrangements that I'm donating to a charity event for their silent auction. That will be a $100 donation or more for them.
So, when someone treats you like shit? I say kindness and living a good life is the best retaliation.
I'm not saying go out and be a doormat. Nope.
Give the kindness to those who are deserving and appreciative.
Negative creeps like Mr. Sunshine neither deserve nor appreciate kindness. Instead, people like that take and take and take and then take advantage of it.
I am so very grateful that I will never, ever be a person like Mr. Sunshine. He can live in his vortex of negativity, distrust and bad behavior all he wants.
That vortex will never suck me in again. And I've learned the important lesson out of this experience:
He's truly one of the most ridiculously, outrageously, amazingly shitty human beings I have ever had the displeasure to know.
The reality of this cretin's existence is something to behold in the worst of ways. It's like a psychology experiment gone terribly wrong. My book about this will be juicy and amazing and will sound totally made up because it's so out there. The truth is, I am super creative but I could not possibly make up the scenarios, the illogic and the lies that this man passes of as truth - even under oath in the court. Lied right to the judge's face.
So now Mr. Sunshine owes me a crap load of money. It was court ordered to be in my possession no later than Friday, November 27th.
Yep.
Of course it didn't get here. He waited until I called and texted and threatened him with police coming to his brand new place of work to drag him off in front of his co-workers. THEN I got a response.
And the shithead didn't even call me by my first name. He addressed me like I was some utter stranger.
????
It's totally puzzling. And contrary to any logic that I can possibly imagine.
The way this man's brain works is COMPLETELY the opposite of any sentient being. I would trust my dog to make WAY better judgements than this person.
When the court explicitly orders you to give money to a person on or before a certain date? That's not up for negotiation.
As my last act of kindness when we were in court I did say to Mr. Sunshine that I would work WITH him if he could not raise the larger of the lump sums he owes me (that was the one due on the 27th).
Apparently he took that to mean that he simply could do whatever the fuck he wanted without even consulting me.
IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY, YOU STUPID SHIT.
ONCE AGAIN, DO WE HAVE TO EXPLAIN THAT
YOU DO NOT GET TO MAKE UNILATERAL DECISIONS?
Really? Do we have to keep going with this stupid bullshit?
Just DO THE RIGHT THING for ONCE.
So, in retaliation for his shitty behavior, I have been doing nice things:
Volunteering at the homeless shelter where they feed up to 1000 people per day.
I'm also going swimming at a beautiful indoor pool with my friend who gave me free passes to do so.
Today I created lovely food that I'm giving to friends.
And I'm going over to surprise decorate her mailbox with a giant bow of silver sparkly ribbon!
I also created two little arrangements that I'm donating to a charity event for their silent auction. That will be a $100 donation or more for them.
So, when someone treats you like shit? I say kindness and living a good life is the best retaliation.
I'm not saying go out and be a doormat. Nope.
Give the kindness to those who are deserving and appreciative.
Negative creeps like Mr. Sunshine neither deserve nor appreciate kindness. Instead, people like that take and take and take and then take advantage of it.
I am so very grateful that I will never, ever be a person like Mr. Sunshine. He can live in his vortex of negativity, distrust and bad behavior all he wants.
That vortex will never suck me in again. And I've learned the important lesson out of this experience:
Beware the vortex, soul-sucking assholes out there, fellow nice people. Don't let them into your inner circle. Keep them at least at arm's length or preferably, far, far away.
I've married two of them.
Never again.
So, that's all for today. I'm off to decorate and have some fun swimming!
Ciao for now and thanks for reading.
xoxo
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