Agh!!

We told the counselor we would be moving to Springs and she asked if we would just like to end the session now, and concentrate in finding us a new therapist in Springs. Of course the old fart decided that would be a GREAT idea. So that was it.

The cage opened until later after the counseling session. He said he clammed up and didn’t/couldn’t say anything.

When we got home I said “So, what was this thing that you said you had to tell me but would like someone else in the room.” I must have been stupid.. I didn’t think he was going to talk about the crap he did, that I know he did. Well, so he brings it up again. This time it was the Owner’s fault. I basically told him to take his shit and fuck off. I don’t wanna hear it.. I really don’t.

So, yeah.. I’m fuming.. And I ain’t cool with things right now. I really don’t even want to be bothered. I’m so pissed off I could grab a bat and knock him silly.

I know it’s been a couple of years ago since all this bullshit happened, and I did my part with drinking with my friends. There’s no guys involved in these partying times on my end. Not even the married friends had their husbands with us. This was our time to get away and just us girls hung out together, we could vent and talk shit about our spouses but that was it.

The other time, my niece and her boyfriend came over to drink.. They were on the verge of breaking up, well when this soon to be Xbf was getting drunk she got her new boyfriend to come over. That was during the famous Superbowl time, when Hubby went to the game (and I didn‘t know he paid $6000.00 for the whole experience). We all partied.. The X passed out sitting on the lazy boy, and the new two couple sat at the table. I walked to the room and passed out. A few hours later my niece awakened me to tell me my neighbor was here and wanted to talk to me. Well Hubby was on the phone and gave me a talking to. I told him FU, he gets to go to tittie bars after the game so don’t give me shit speech. That was that. Mind you, we only paid like $80.00 for this little party we had..

So, I told good old Hubby, he sure didn’t have a problem taking my cars away and selling one of them (my fav GT), and he got to fuck around. Asshole!! And also, during my partying times he told me I had to buy my drinks with my own damn money, so I did. But he was out buying shit for everyone else. I just looked at him, and asked him “What fukken wife stays in a marriage like this?”

Why after two years, and trying hard to forget all the shit he (we) did, DID HE BRING IT BACK UP? Just trying to tell me what a dick he was? OR does he want me to think he is still young and the young bimbos still run to him? What the hell?

So yep, ain’t talking to him right now.. And I really, really don’t even want to hear his voice.