I don’t even know where to begin with this one…
First, I guess I could start by unprotecting and re-sharing my last two posts about him:
When I wrote those posts, I had already driven to Colorado Springs to meet My Catfish, proving that he was NOT in fact a catfish, but a real live person with real live intentions.
During our nearly-6-months-long-chat leading up to said meeting, he shared with me some things about himself I thought I could be okay with. Most of them I was… But, when he told me he was overweight, I underestimated what he meant by “overweight”.
I am so thankful for my wonderful friends!
As soon as he heard that my Lil Bear was stolen, my skate buddy “B” fixed up his car for me to drive to Dallas for our skate party.
Another skate friend offered to take my other car, Breezy, for the weekend so I wouldn’t have to worry about it getting taken or tampered with.
And Mr. Nice Guy said that he would stop by and look in on our lovely Kitty one of the days we were gone.
How many times in our lives does The Universe save our asses and we don’t even realize we’ve been saved?
Previous post here
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.
Should *I* do something crazy?!?!
Am I missing something here?
After that, he sent three more.
Wow! I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve written about work. Probably because, well, it sucks…
The crazy girl I work with is still here. However, her mother’s best friend is no longer our boss. Thank The Universe – Boss Lady quit at the end of January.
My new boss is cool and he really appreciates me. He involves me in financial discussions and asks for my opinion on money matters; very much unlike Boss Lady, he helps me feel relevant and appreciated. He also has serious issues with crazy girl.
Most of the problem is: crazy girl hasn’t had a “real” job since she was 21, when she worked at a Virgin Records store. After that she went to work for her father as his receptionist, where she was allowed to act like a spoiled-brat princess because he treated her like a spoiled-brat princess – for over 10 years.
Any other time she needed a job, she worked for her mother’s best friend, Boss Lady, either at a different job or here.
This crazy girl is 35 fucking years old and STILL acts like a 7 year old spoiled brat (without going into further details of her antics); like it’s perfectly acceptable behavior. Since February, she has “quit” twice, but never once even left the office afterward! She just continued on with her “work” as if nothing ever happened…
Just when I think things could actually work out with Mick, The Universe slaps me in the face with more reality.
Last week, he almost didn’t have enough cash for our Thursday night “hook-up”. Not a big deal.
He sold some rims and tires on Craig’s List and we were back in business…
A lot happened over my weekend.
All of it was emotional.
None of it was earth-shattering – even though it may have seemed so at the time (and possibly a little bit still on Monday).
Thursday and Sunday were emotionally taxing on the Mick front: Thursday he had an “episode” (flashback) and, after waiting two days to discuss it in person, Sunday we met up to talk about it and us. (Mick and I have an agreement that feelings should always be discussed in person, unless it just isn’t practical.)
But those are different posts for different days.
This post is about last Friday night with Alaska.