It occurs to me that the Latin Luvah is not being the man I need him to be. First, he's gotta get his head on straight. No small feat. He is coming apart at the seams. I can literally see it. I cannot control what he does, but he is gonna have to figure out that he cannot control me...WTF is he thinking? I am no simpering hot house flower. I am a steel rose...and I have thorns and cannot be destroyed. Phooey on him.
Hey, the bright side is....I don't have to listen to him spew, because he runs away and doesn't talk to me for a few days...so if he does what he normally does, I will already be in NJ with the Gerlz!!!! That is the only bright spot on my horizon.
So, Mr. Napolean can continue to spew...I have to become Teflon coated and let it slide off...LL doesn't have any idea that there is a timeline and that time waits for no one, not even for someone with a God complex. I think Annie is right, I think he is scared of me and perhaps a little bit jealous that I am not letting all this crap bother me as much as it used to...took a while but I am not gonna fold, I KNOW I am stronger now than I ever have been....that thought alone makes me feel good about me.
Can hardly wait until I have decided to move on or he comes out of it...whichever comes first. I must admit that this is starting to wear thin.
Aug '06: H moved out July '08: H had a kid with the OW May 12 '09: emancipation day
"Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." -Ferris Bueller
