Arrogant Ignorance

Arrogant Ignorance

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My email to the office staff at the Honolulu branch:

Would it be possible to provide the vendor with the correct W-9 that has our new office address? Then you wouldn’t run into the situation where the referral check is sent to the wrong location and deposited somewhere unknown.

That’s how the other offices handle this

Thank you

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Found!

Found!

Previous posts here and here

Hooray!!! My beautiful Lil Bear has been found!

Friday afternoon two weeks ago, right before we left for our skate trip to Dallas, I called to give the police the address where I thought Lil Bear might be – Jim/”Mick” has a friend with a shop in his garage. We had done all the work on Lil Bear there and I thought maybe, if Jim was the person who took my car, it could be there.

About 1.5 hours after I made that call, Denver Police called back to tell me they had found it!

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The Final Insane Rantings of a Desperate Gaslighter

The Final Insane Rantings of a Desperate Gaslighter

Previous post here

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After I asked Mick to please stop because I feared for my and my family’s safety, he opened the proverbial flood gates.

It was like he had spent the past couple of days constructing hateful notes to me and then sent them all as soon as I re-engaged.

The first was his flippant comment email:

That sounds pretty threatening. 

I’m sending you the other stuff that I have written. And then it will be turned over to the psychiatrist I spoke of in my other writings as evidence should you do something crazy to get your way.

Threatening?

Should *I* do something crazy?!?!

Am I missing something here?

After that, he sent three more.

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Fate or Coincidence

Fate or Coincidence

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After I got back from skating Sunday night, I sat down and wrote the following email to Mick.

Good morning, Sunshine! (I hope you’re sleeping when I send this!)

I’m home from skating, fed and ready for bed.

As funny as this might sound, I’m kinda glad we don’t have more time together. There’s a few reasons, but I think that one of the biggest ones is – I don’t want us to get sick of each other too early. I also like you very much and I don’t want anything bad to happen that might end what we’ve started before it really gets going, because I also really enjoy hanging with you. I’m worried that today might have jeopardized our time together…

I’m glad I tire you out in such a pleasant way and can provide you with a fun diversion. I have an idea for something that will make good and different marks 😉 Practice makes perfect and I like the ropes… Next time I will stretch first. Hahahaha….

See you in your kinkiest dreams

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If He’s Nothing Else, At Least He’s Persistent

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Admittedly, it’s a very flattering feeling to know that someone has been fantasizing about me for the last two and a half years. And he is a successful attorney after all…

We only met briefly in a courthouse; he was the collection company’s attorney, I was getting sued.

He met me under some rather unflattering emotional conditions – doing something new alone (ARGH!!), which just happened to be going to court.

  • He saw me panicking at the beginning while I was explaining things to him (I think I even cried…)
  • I know I cried when the company agreed to settle for half of what I owed
  • I was exceptionally grateful to him after everything was settled and done – I thanked him profusely for being patient and kind and helping to make the process easier for me.
  • Afterwards, when we rode down on the elevator alone together, I was my silly self – making small talk as one does, except I am a total dork…

The day after, I found him on LinkedIn and we connected there.

Maybe that’s why Brent is so attracted to me…

Inadvertently, I charmed his pants off.
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Incidentally…

Incidentally…

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…there was something else that happened last weekend while I was on vacation. Something irrelevant but silly, so I thought I would share it here with you.

About 3 weeks before I left on my trip to Sacramento, I sent out some messages on Ashley Madison to a few men in that area.

Only 1 responded.

That’s okay… It’s the quality not the quantity, right?

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No News Is NOT Good News (aka: More Sh*t About Promises)

No News Is NOT Good News (aka: More Sh*t About Promises)

I haven’t heard a single word from (or of) Loserman since our text conversation 11 days ago.

He hasn’t posted any status updates on Facebook either.

And he definitely hasn’t sent me an email telling me what parts I need to order for him to fix my truck, Bear.

He hasn’t texted me or left me a voice-mail explaining what the fuck is going on!!

Of course not.

You know why?!?

Because the very last thing I asked him to do is COMMUNICATE with me!

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Why is it so hard?

You Might Be Asking “Where Did Mr. X Go?”

You Might Be Asking “Where Did Mr. X Go?”

 

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I’m wondering that myself. I kind of miss him.

Here is what I do know:

  • He accepted a new and better position at work which changed his hours. Making it practically impossible for us to coordinate “together time”.
  • His grandmother died a couple of weeks ago and he has been taking care of family business.

The last time I saw him was Friday, January 9th. I sat on his lap in the back seat of my car and we talked oh-so-comfortably about some not-so-comfortable things. We kissed, the windows steamed up, but all our clothes stayed on.

At the beginning of the following week, he mentioned while we were talking that he hoped to see me briefly that Thursday afternoon.

… and that he loved me (in the way you love a friend – like concern, you know?)

I told him that I wasn’t ready to say that yet and he was okay with it. Totally understanding of it, as a matter of fact.

… and that he was really horny.

Which is when I told him I was jealous that he can just go home to his wife for that release while I wait and wait and wait for him to have time for me.

Thursday morning came.

I texted Mr. X when I got to work like I was supposed to.

I texted him again, later in the day, to let him know that he really missed out – I wore a dress.

Silence.

Friday morning I sent another message that I was safe at work.

He replied that he was disappointed he had missed out on my dress the previous day and was trying to make it possible to meet that afternoon.

To be funny I responded, “I didn’t wear a dress today though. I hope that’s not a deal breaker” then hit SEND.

It turns out that he wasn’t able to see me Friday afternoon, either. (I honestly didn’t think the dress thing would be a deal-breaker 😉 )

He tried calling me Friday evening, but I was on my way to go roller skating with Thing #1 so I couldn’t answer. I was really frustrated anyway and the conversation probably wouldn’t have gone well.

Over that next weekend, I followed the “rules” we had established regarding Checking In and sent him an email both Saturday and Sunday:

Saturday Afternoon (1/17)

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Sunday Evening (1/18)

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Over those three days I posted some things on my blog and Twitter. I was drinking and having feelings.
(to be fair, I am also still angry and hurting at Loserman so some of that was directed at him)

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Then I woke up and I was tired and still having yucky feelings.

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… and I did not send any messages to Mr. X on Monday.

At 5PM Monday evening (1/19), he sent me this email:

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I hacked up that email in a password-protected post. Some of the things he said… … …

My response to him 40 minutes later was:

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This was all before Retrograde started on the 21st.

I haven’t heard from him since.

Getting Along With Mother

Getting Along With Mother

My mother sent me a bitchy email last Friday. I would like to dissect the hell out of it, starting with “Happy Friday”, but I will refrain.

Moms email

Then I sent one back to her. Not quite as bitchy as hers but definitely upset (you can fill in all but one of the black spots below with Thing #1).

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There is some back story here that you don’t know, but I think this pretty much makes sense without any more context.

She called me back that evening at 6:30 my time. I refused to answer it, because I was still on my commute home, and I had definitely NOT cooled down yet.

She left a message.

If you can’t tell, I really don’t like my mother. Not that it matters, but no one else does either (there’s a blog-troll who lurks around here and she reminds me of my mother)

After I had a more sufficient amount of time to cool off, I left her a voicemail early Sunday afternoon. I wrote it all down before I called her, and I did not deviate from the words I wrote. I said:

I decided to leave you a message today instead of calling you directly because I know that Sunday can be a busy day for you and I didn’t want to interrupt something that you already have going on. Also, I need to tell you that I am still very upset with you about Friday and I don’t think that I am ready to have a conversation with you that is not emotionally charged. Communication with you is very challenging for me because it brings up a lot of past emotions that I would rather leave in the past. But, if you still feel the need to talk to me about this, I will be available this afternoon to take your call.

About 40 minutes later, she called me back. She started off the conversation by apologizing profusely and told me that she was really frustrated with my daughter and it was wrong for her to take those feelings of anger out on me.

Then she said, “Except Thing #1 won’t return my phone calls or talk to me.” (Gee, Mom. I wonder why that is…)

My mother and I have never had a relationship. I will take half of the blame, but she won’t take any. We have just recently been able to act more like mother and daughter in a civil-type way, but it’s very, very difficult and I only do it for HER sake.

Near the end of the conversation, my mom said/asked, “I’ve taken my part and apologized for saying hateful things in the heat of the moment, don’t you regret some of the things you said to me?”

My response was, “No, Mom. I thought really hard about what I was going to say to you both in my email Friday and today while we’ve been talking. I have tried not to be accusatory and I was very honest with you about my feelings.”

“Well, then, I guess there’s nothing left to say.”

“I guess not. Have a good afternoon, Mom.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

(I hate saying those words when I don’t feel them. It makes them completely meaningless.)

Nightline

Nightline

I finally received an email from AshleyMadison.com Thursday in regards to me possibly being on Nightline’s second special on infidelity (see post):

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I can’t say that I’m not disappointed 😦 but I’m also not surprised.

Also, I looked it up and, there is no Nightline episode on tonight. Nightline doesn’t air on Saturday nights. Per ABC’s website

Who was I talking to?