Venom

Let me start this blog out with a little caveat. Prepare for ugliness ahead. I have some not so nice things to say. This is what will hopefully be the final nail in a coffin, and it has been a long time coming... So, consider yourself warned...

I have an ex who is a seriously disturbed mother-fucker. He has been that way as long as I've known him. I even know why he is the way he is and as a result I have let him get away with bullshit that I would have killed other people for. No more. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. I've tried just being friends with him and I thought we had finally gotten to a good place, but apparently not. I have told him in no uncertain terms that there is not a chance in hell that I will ever fuck him again. I thought I had proven that to him when I went out drinking with him and a bunch of his friends a few months back and we all got so drunk we could barely stand up. Normally I get very friendly when I drink, but even though I ended up spending the night with him nothing happened. Even in my seriously intoxicated state I was still able to tell him, "no." His spell over me was broken. I had never been able to be around him and not give in to pretty much anything he wanted me to do. I had my free will back. Apparently he took that as some sort of fucked up challenge. Lately he has really been harassing me to come visit him after the New Year. I've told him repeatedly it's not going to happen. Well, I must have finally said something that really pissed him off because I got home from work today and had a package from him. I didn't look at the box too closely so honestly I thought it was my Amazon.com order and didn't even give it a second look until I got home from my "Life Aquatic" screening. So I opened the box and inside was an incredibly kinky sex toy with a note that said, "I know how picky you are about the guys you sleep with so I know that if you're not fucking me, then you're not fucking anybody. I thought I'd send you something that would make your holidays more 'pleasureable.' And less pathetic and lonely." Son-of-a-bitch. From anyone else, I would have said it was a joke, but from him it was not meant to be funny. It was meant to be viscious and mean and spiteful. After everything he and I have been through it is almost funny that it took something as petty and stupid as this to finally seal his fate though. Bastard. So, I stand corrected in regards to my Nov 6th blog. Apparently someone can find a way to get themselves taken off my "people I'd take a bullet for" list. It just takes 10+ years of extreme fucking measures to do it... It does go to show that he's not too bright though. If he'd been thinking at all he would have realized that a sex toy was the worst possible gift he ever could have sent me if he wanted to have the remotest chance of ever fucking me again. Now I really don't need him for anything ;)

"I had often fantasized about running into my ex and his wife. But in those fantasies, I was running over them with a truck." -- Sarah Jessica Parker - "Sex and the City"