m03. Despite my advice/agreement with you re: Christmas cards, this year I am sending none. Those few who know my sitch completely will understand and I will be paying them visits Christmas week or between Christmas and New Year's, but my D is 9:00 December 23 and I don't give a rat's patootie about sendingh obligatory cards at such a heart-wrenching - though strangely peaceful and welcomed - ending. Not the ending I wanted for 13 months, but the ending I so look forward to now. It ends. Finally
December 23 is Limbo's last day and the end of the absolute worst, sense-less false-hope-jerked-around year of my life. Next year won't just happen to be a better/the best year; I am going to do all in my power to make it so on a day-by-day, hour-by hour basis. STBXW was always big on the Chinese year-of-the-whatever cycle (rat, pig, dog, ferret, whatever), putting out the appropriate figurine for the yesr. 2010 will be the (first-ever) Year of the Gardener. It is going to be an adventurous, exploring, re-discovering self-centered 180-GAL year of me. How did I wind up here, from commenting about Christmas Cards? Gardener's off on one of his free-association rambling tears again. I have come to the point of so wanting to be done with her. Okay, I'll stop, now...No, I won't.
Maybe for Christmas I'll get her vow-breaking, duplicitous, coldly calculating selfish-it's-all-about-me self a nice large handbasket that she can comfortably go straight to hell in. Mean, selfish, vindictive, totally-victimized innocent, blameless demonizing biych. Okay, I feel better now.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac