I feel for you who have posted above me, the trials you've put up with are incredible. What an amazing group of people here. I'm amazed every day. My best to all.
Please don't feel obligated to read this - it's rather dull and self-serving, I just need to vent. Bruce is leaving for the east coast, hopefully permanently, tomorrow. He just left here - after saying his loving goodbyes, which naturally turned into "have a nice life a**hole" to each other as I slammed the door in his face. How does one compare calling him a "dork" to sleeping with ten women while married to me? (which he did, and readily admits it now that our marriage was "annulled " - therefore it wasn't adultery?) And I'm judgemental? I can't stand him, and I am so glad he came over here to prove to me why. His parting gift: sheet music to James Taylor songs. Wha? Don't get me wrong, I LOVE James Taylor. But I don't play an instrument and couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Sheet music? It must have been the cheapest thing on the sale rack. At the second-hand store. Cheap bastard. Did I mention my engagement ring was a cz - I didn't find out until after the marriage was over. I know, I should be grateful for any gift at all - maybe I am the selfish beeyatch he says I am.
I take the emotions "love" and "hate" very seriously. Fine line between them and all. For many, many years there has been one person in my life that I can truly say that I "hate". My girls' stepmother who abused them horribly, and I didn't know until way after the fact. You moms know - don't "f" with my kids.
I did love Bruce. But from the things (I guess I shouldn't call them "things", it's not like they knew he was married) he's done (ten or twelve of them live right around my neighborhood) - he's dangerously close to the "hate" line. I know hate and love are not opposites. I know that indifference is the opposite of love. I sure hope I can fall off the hate fence into the indifference pasture. Soon.
Thanks for this thread, MSC, you little doll, you are way too smart and mature for your little britches. And tell your mom I said so!