Blah, blah, blah...
...You know, I misspelled blah twice up there. For absolutely no reason at all, I am going to mention some things that have made it easier for me to remember how to spell certain words that I have always had trouble with. FRIENDS---remember “FriENDs in the -END. Their----remember THEy go first. And if you are trying to figure out whether to use I or me...Go alone, which means if you would say, “Are you coming with me?”, you would say, “Are you coming with me and Bozo?” Or if you would say, “I ate dinner”, then you would say “She and I ate dinner.” Oh, I always wanted to be a teacher.
Anyway, I was watching The View for a few moments and it was too annoying so I had to walk away or take a pill. There were a few intelligent ladies on the show and they were all treating Starr Jones with kid gloves. What’s up with that? Has she yelled at all of them at one time or another or did she just bitch one out so badly that they are all afraid of her? She should relax and stick to her wit...not her self defense mechanisms, don’t you think?
You know, there’s something that I’ve been wrestling with as to whether or not to bother bringing up and I have pretty much decided to do so...Toward the end of our marriage, I would ask Vex if he remembered certain things about us, special sayings or moments. He said that, “No”, he didn’t remember. After a while it dawned on me that of course he remembers, he was just being mean. They were things that were too much a part of our lives for him not to remember. What possible purpose, besides just to inflict pain, could he have had to deny remembering these things? Have any of you had people be mean just for the sake of being mean?
Looking back at all of the years that we spent together, I can make a good defense for the following scenario:
Vex chose me specifically because I was very trusting at one time and he knew that he could lie to me easily. He did so and often. He wrote down other women’s birthdays and bought them special gifts, but he never remembered our anniversary. I was obviously going to make for a low maintenance wife. He lied and cheated until I couldn’t take it anymore and then he couldn’t live with me standing in the way of his trysts so he left even though I needed him so badly at that very moment. My sickness was just too much for him so he took the coward’s way out and left.
Like I said, I could argue this one in front of any group of people and most likely persuade all but the other liars and cheaters. The day I left to go to the store but had to run back to retrieve something and found him whacking off to the distorted reception of some sex channel that we didn’t get, I should have known. He could have had me anytime, but he waited for me to leave so that he and his television could get it on. To be tossed aside for poor reception is truly a clue. (You should have seen him jump when I walked into the room. He was so in to it that he didn’t hear me come in the apartment.)
Ah, yeah, he certainly did screw me. But I don’t feel too badly about it anymore. He is literally someone else’s problem and as we have figured out he has already lied to her so he hasn’t changed that and unless he took some “Flowers for Algernon” drugs, he is probably just as dim. There is one difference, he has to pay his ex-wife alimony so there’s that for her.
So, anyway, I’ve been on break long enough. I must go out and get my rear in gear today. My father is coming through town on his way to visit my brother (he and his wife seem to be trying to work things out, thank you all.) and he never tells me exactly when he will be here but I know it won’t be tonight so I am going to go out and have a bit of fun this evening. I will be sure to tell you all about it. OK, so it’s a plan. I have to go act as if I am going to go out and have some fun tonight! See you soon.
Meg
...You know, I misspelled blah twice up there. For absolutely no reason at all, I am going to mention some things that have made it easier for me to remember how to spell certain words that I have always had trouble with. FRIENDS---remember “FriENDs in the -END. Their----remember THEy go first. And if you are trying to figure out whether to use I or me...Go alone, which means if you would say, “Are you coming with me?”, you would say, “Are you coming with me and Bozo?” Or if you would say, “I ate dinner”, then you would say “She and I ate dinner.” Oh, I always wanted to be a teacher.
Anyway, I was watching The View for a few moments and it was too annoying so I had to walk away or take a pill. There were a few intelligent ladies on the show and they were all treating Starr Jones with kid gloves. What’s up with that? Has she yelled at all of them at one time or another or did she just bitch one out so badly that they are all afraid of her? She should relax and stick to her wit...not her self defense mechanisms, don’t you think?
You know, there’s something that I’ve been wrestling with as to whether or not to bother bringing up and I have pretty much decided to do so...Toward the end of our marriage, I would ask Vex if he remembered certain things about us, special sayings or moments. He said that, “No”, he didn’t remember. After a while it dawned on me that of course he remembers, he was just being mean. They were things that were too much a part of our lives for him not to remember. What possible purpose, besides just to inflict pain, could he have had to deny remembering these things? Have any of you had people be mean just for the sake of being mean?
Looking back at all of the years that we spent together, I can make a good defense for the following scenario:
Vex chose me specifically because I was very trusting at one time and he knew that he could lie to me easily. He did so and often. He wrote down other women’s birthdays and bought them special gifts, but he never remembered our anniversary. I was obviously going to make for a low maintenance wife. He lied and cheated until I couldn’t take it anymore and then he couldn’t live with me standing in the way of his trysts so he left even though I needed him so badly at that very moment. My sickness was just too much for him so he took the coward’s way out and left.
Like I said, I could argue this one in front of any group of people and most likely persuade all but the other liars and cheaters. The day I left to go to the store but had to run back to retrieve something and found him whacking off to the distorted reception of some sex channel that we didn’t get, I should have known. He could have had me anytime, but he waited for me to leave so that he and his television could get it on. To be tossed aside for poor reception is truly a clue. (You should have seen him jump when I walked into the room. He was so in to it that he didn’t hear me come in the apartment.)
Ah, yeah, he certainly did screw me. But I don’t feel too badly about it anymore. He is literally someone else’s problem and as we have figured out he has already lied to her so he hasn’t changed that and unless he took some “Flowers for Algernon” drugs, he is probably just as dim. There is one difference, he has to pay his ex-wife alimony so there’s that for her.
So, anyway, I’ve been on break long enough. I must go out and get my rear in gear today. My father is coming through town on his way to visit my brother (he and his wife seem to be trying to work things out, thank you all.) and he never tells me exactly when he will be here but I know it won’t be tonight so I am going to go out and have a bit of fun this evening. I will be sure to tell you all about it. OK, so it’s a plan. I have to go act as if I am going to go out and have some fun tonight! See you soon.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 9:22 AM
1 Comments:
Weird Guy,
You're a regular Alan Alda.
But is that a good thing? I can't decide.
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