Good morning my friends, thank you for coming to my aide.
I was feeling so sad last night--sulking and obsessed with what a sneaky little prick he is so I decided I needed some laughs. Took the kids out to the drive-in to see WALL-E and Tropic Thunder. OY! Tropic Thunder was hilarious but WAY inappropriate for the kids--oops. But I was in such a "f*ck it, I don't care, I'm a rebel without a cause" kind of mood.
I know he's a tool, and yet, my mind and heart just cannot seem to come together on this one.
My mind is playing through news reels of his most recent antics, splicing them in with of his past deceits--trying to prove to me he is a coward and a liar and yet my heart still clings to the idea of him as the man I loved so much.
I do feel a lot of anger toward him right now. I feel like taking him to court and raking him over the coals. I feel like I am done bending over backwards to be nice to him and trying to be his "friend" because I get screwed EVERY time I try to be nice or cooperative.
He is so smug and confident and detached. So unemotional, and still so self congratulatory.
I hate obsessing about him--the less he is on my mind, the better, and yet I can't make the anger toward him dissipate at the moment. It will, of course, but for now I guess I will just stew in my indignance.
It's time to take the kids to a birthday party but I'll check in later.
