Jane in full swing...
I'm flying out of BWI tomorrow. Joy of Joys.... my sister calls and says that it's snowing. I hate snow. It's why I live down south! So, I have to drive and drop off the stinky baby and fly out of snowy Baltimore. Yuck. Then it will be rainy in New Orleans. Bad Omen???
Oh, and the wet nuts are still sitting on the dining room table.
I am thankful that I'm not in my sister's shoes. Her asshole ex-husband couldn't be bothered to show up for their son's surgery. He was 45 mins away from the hospital. He did have time to fly out to Chicago to stick his head up his girlfriends ass. I just hope that he gets a special place in HELL for not caring about his children. THEN!!!! His mother had the nerve to tell Dee that she was a lousy mother!!!! All because Dee decided to tell her precious baby that he should have been there for their son. FUCKER FUCKER FUCKER!!!!
What is it with people? Selfish. I am so filled with anger that I can't even think straight. Calling my sister, who is with her kids (3 of them that are with her 24/7 and never with asshole), a lousey mom. He can't even touch her!!!! She hasn't taken the kids from his family, she fights to get time with the dad that doesn't want them and his mother says that? People are fucked up in the head. I wish that I could have 5 minutes of time with both of them to tell them a few things.
The donor is taking me on a belated honeymoon.....to NEW ORLEANS!!! I am very excited. I'll have my sister watch the baby for a week and the week before Mardi Gras we will be in Louisiana. I love New Orleans. I've been there tons of times, but it never gets boring. Plus, they will be celebrating the week we are going, so that will be interesting.
I will miss the baby. I've never been without him for longer than a night and then I worry. I hope my sister will be able to handle him.
I've been cleaning up stuff around the house. Still trying to organize and make my mark. I've found a couple of items from Beth that are now history. I told the donor that he might want to make a sweep of the house and rid himself of the items that she left behind. If not, I will throw them out weather he wants me to or not. It's a pain being this mean. But I shall do it, until my point is made.
Thanks to everyone for the support with the skank situation. Carrie and Magdala have even been kind enough to let the donor know personally that he needs to get his ass in gear:). Greatly appreciated! Although I think his readers will be confused when they read the comments about the wet nuts...unless they are reading here, too.
I've decided to vamp out for the honeymoon. I will make a trip to the toy shop and to the lingerie shop to purchase a couple of suprise items for the trip. The donor will be working during the day, so I'll have plenty of time to enjoy the sites and then spend the evenings with him. It also helps pay for the trip! My grans birthday is that week, so we will be taking her to dinner one night. THEN, I'm going to have him take me to the strip club he likes so much. Maybe I'll get a lap dance.
We had sex...he had to go out of town, so we made an effort to have a proper send off. It was very nice. I came. Anytime I cum, it makes it worth my while. So, I'm hoping he will be feeling well enough to give it a second round once he comes home. I kind of miss the excitement and anticipation of a new relationship. You know, the time when you can't get enough of each other; sex all the time.
I told Annie that I will not be doing Sam anytime soon. I think the donor and I are having issues with the swinging thing. I think it's best that I don't do anything along those lines without full out excitement on his part. Besides, I like having sex with my husband. Although, Sam does kiss more to my style.
The wet nuts are still sitting in the cupboard. I said something to the donor and I got an absent minded response of, "oh, yeah. I guess I need to send them."
Gasp! No, really???? He's not going to do it until I have another shit fit. He lost his pager on the 9th when he was working the homeless shelter. I'm guessing that she paged him, but I can't prove it since the pager is MIA. So, I guess it's a sit and wait type of situation.
I should package the nuts up and put them in his face, but I told myself I wasn't going to force him. This is his choice.
Sorta.
As for life lately, we've all been sick. Even the donor succumbed to the dreaded flu. Yesterday, I made him come home and take care of the baby. I was so out of it. I couldn't even function. I'm feeling a little bit better today.
Not good enough to make a play date with Annie and Sam, but they are on my to do list.:) They really want to play and I finally broke down and said that I would. Without the donor....
As a rule, I don't typically make New Year's resolutions. Mainly because I never keep them. This year I feel safe making one. I shall never like Beth. The evil, blood sucking ex-gf of the donor. She single handedly ruined my holidays. I think the donor and I argued more these past two weeks than we have our entire stinking relationship. It's all over her.
First, she sent him a x-mas card. Not one to the family, not the boys...him. In the card she sends kisses and hugs and love. Also a gift certificate to a restaurant here and a subscription to TV guide. So we will get a reminder of her every fucking week. Did I mention that he received it on our 2 year anniversary?
Then, we are picking his son up from camp and on the way home receive a test message from her. I was about to answer it, very politely might I add, and the donor jumps my shit about wanting to write her back. I got quiet, as I usually do, and he starts bitching that I'm now going to make him miserable because she paged him. THAT was it. As soon as we came to a stop off the interstate I got out of the car and told him I was walking home. I was soooo pissed.
I thought about her interference in our marriage, the donor's reaction, and my reaction. I've decided that I'm done being the bad guy. I told him I wanted a divorce. If he wants to keep her in his life so badly, then by all means. I'd get out of the way and let him have her.
Oh, no, he says....that's not what he wants at all. He could have had her if he wanted her, and it's not him that's contacting her...etc.etc..etc.
Well, he sure as hell is jumping to her defense whenever I say that she doesn't have honest intentions.
What finally got me was that we argued for a while...when I finally got sick of him trailing me and got back in the car, was that he was more concerned about other people's feelings that mine.
New Year's day was his anniversary with his first wife. I told him that maybe he should call her and wish her a happy anniversary. He said that he didn't think that her husband would appreciate that Ironically, he doesn't have as much concern for my feelings when she pages him every month to wish him a happy anniversary. Psychotic bitch. I pointed this out to him.
Then, to prove my point even further that she had no qualms about breaking us up, I paged her back and told her that the donor was not out of town, that he was at home if she wanted to talk to him, and congratulated her on her new car. Then I signed my name. Two minutes later the phone rang. I told the donor to pick it up. It was her.
She jumped on the opportunity to talk to him faster than a fly on shit. I showed the donor my response and stated that I knew she would not page me back to say thanks, but she would jump at the opportunity to talk to him.
I think that he's starting to get my point, but he still wants to make a joke of it. He says that if she wants to be mean then we should send her a magazine, and that we can send her a pic of us eating out at the restaurant. I said we could send her baby talk magazine. That way she knows what she's missing.
Sigh.....I would never do that. I don't want to hurt people.
The donor said he's going to tell her never to contact him again....yeah, right. He says that if he sends he wet nuts she will know that he never wants to see or hear from her. Private joke between them. He really does want to piss me off. Can't he just write her a letter and tell her to fuck off?
Marriage is complicated.
