The purge begins. I got home around 2 yesterday and changed into my bleach spotted cleaning clothes and went to town. Started in the Master Closet. I rearranged... The master Bath.. I installed a new shower curtain. I was cleaning my bedroom till 10. There was a lot of his 'remains' in there. At least now I have an entire bathroom cabinet drawer dedicated to the candles I like to burn in there. Prime real estate, huh? How luxurious. Today I woke up at 7. Got my paper, ate my waffles, started the office. There was a lot of remains here too... Mostly wedding crap. Its where we had it all displayed. Its a wonderful room. Front of the house with a cathedral ceiling and a huge arch window. I recently scored a pair of circa '80's hart skis. Its all the rage at ski resorts to use old ones for house decor. I am thinking of putting them on the ceiling. Whatever. I finally finished the office at like 3. It was a lot of work. I finished the rest of the house just now. waiting for the floor to dry. I have so much more to do. Kitchen cabinets, pantry, two closets at the foyer. I didnt realize how much crap was his. And now all my crap is crammed into 2/3 the space and there are these big gaping holes. As a final shot to me, my neighbor let me know that pretty much all women were helping him. She told me he had quit an army. I was a little suprised as his family only consists of a mom, step-dad, sister and sister's b/f. She said there was only guy but described the 'slew of women' here. Well... I always knew he had 'girlfiriends'. It's just odd they never bothered to come around when I was here. I know this may sound extreme, but it's possible. I really hope he didnt do one in my bed. My head hurts. My back hurts. My heart hurts. I just feel so crappy. I want chocolate. I know this song doesnt make a whole lotta sense for my situation, but I am a big fan of Ben Folds. So here ya go. Song for the Dumped.So you wantedto take a breakSlow it down some andhave some spaceWell fuck you tooGive me my money backGive me my money backyou bitchI want my money back(And don't forget to giveme back my black T-Shirt)Wish I hadn't bought you dinnerRight before you dumped meon your front porchGive me my money backGive me my money backYou bitchI want my money backand don't forgetAnd don't forget.
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Out with the bad, in with the good. What a wonderful fresh start. Now the place is yours. Now your life is yours.
My daughter wants the computer, sigh.
OK Sparky, sounds all normal to me. Yes, stripping down the house is good. Make it your house. Lots of work, yes, worth it? YES!!!!! Now for a BIG SURPRISE sweetie. All those women? All the men (women too in many cases)always have \"understanding women friends\", I mean, after all, YOU chucked him out. Poor baby, so misunderstood, so lonely, so helpless, what a shark! Believe me, it happened to me too. All our friends were on his \"side\". His bs sounded so much better than my truth, and I didn\'t much feel like dignifying myself by having to defend myself so I let it go. All of a sudden I had no friends, the husbands thought I was a bitch, the wives were afraid I might screw their men, the only man who did try to \"help\" me just wanted to be screwed (LOL). And of course his best friend was right there for him...until.....several months after I moved out he managed to find where I was and called. His 1st words were, get this, TADA, I AM SORRY. He told me everyone felt so bad about poor old Ed, poor old guy was so screwed over, poor old Ed lost his wife to his best friend (well acquaintence but certainly not friend, he is now my husband LOL), poor old Ed, I stole his kids...we moved 30 miles away. Turns out people started to see what poor old Ed was like when he had not been drinking and what he was when he did drink. He started doing unto them as he did unto me, well he probably didn\'t hit them but he screwed them over in many different ways. Point being, that army helping poor old ex will soon figure it out, one day they will hear him whine one too many times, they will get tired of being his cheerleader. So it isn\'t a shot to you, it is a help. Just think, without them he would be calling you to sob and cry about all his ills. Unfortunately for me I did get old Ed doing that to me for a while, but once I left and moved in with Bill it stopped. He finally got it. So did all those ranks of girls, I just smiled at them as they worked so hard to make sure I knew what a prize I lost. I remember one in particular, I needed to go talk to the jerk and as I was standing there trying to get it over with and done this woman came fliting up to say hello to him and of course had to kiss him, for my benefit. I just looked at her and said, ewww you kissed him? Ughhh and his breath is sooooooooooo bad, yuk. She looked at me like, duhhhhh you dont care? I said that was one of the main things I didn\'t miss anymore, his smelly ass breath. More than that too LOL!
now haul out the paint, do whatever you want.
Keep the energy going for you, stay well, you will be just fine
Here, here to Lorelei! Go good to hear how you handled things. And a happy outcome to boot. Sometimes there really is justice! ;-)Sparky, listen to the voice of experience!