my gift to you
Alas, dear readers, you are in for a treat! Here I am with a pseudo-dating blog and I’m not really talking about dating or men. Well, I’m not dating at the moment, but I do have some juicy stuff about men! Most notably ex-boyfriends. Or at least one in particular. One that if you’ve been reading for a while are sure to be so sick of hearing his name (or nickname). I swear, I cross-my-heart-pinky swear that after I’m done with writing about him as a topic, I will really BE done, but you’re gonna have to put up with for a bit.
Soooooooooooooo, as you can guess, this is about St. Elmo. I believe that that is too good a name for him now, so I will refer to him as Asshat (fitting and considering that Google has immortalized him as that in my Talk archive, it will be).
Now Asshat and I have not been Facebook friends since mid-February. He defriended me right after he probably received the package in the mail of all the leftover crap he left at my place. He probably saw that my sending him the rest of his stuff as a sign (and it was sort of) that I was completely moving on and cutting all ties and done with him. But that was also the week that Bestie went through the worst possible thing ever and when I let him know what was going on, via email, he never responded. This majorly pissed me off. You don’t even know the extent of the anger toward him and the grief I felt for Bestie. Needless to say, I was highly emotional that week and the next.
You all know that mid-March I found out that he had changed his profile pic to a couple pic of him and whom I presumed to be his new girlfriend. If you’re wondering how I saw that he changed it, it is because I still have FB messages from him. If I go into my mailbox, I see his mug.
What you don’t know is that on St. Patrick’s Day, I was highly intoxicated and fired off an email to him ripping him a new one for his lack of compassion and empathy not just towards me, but towards Bestie. He got the email, responded with a lame one and one day later, changed his FB pic. The picture change, of course, led to a whole other stream of emotions and thoughts and thus the Dear St. Elmo series (#1, #2, #3, #4). There might be more in this series. But with a whole different tone. Stay tuned.
Well, now we can fast forward to today. Tuesday, August 7th, 2012.
I’m in my message inbox and notice yet another profile pic change.
Come on, you know where this is leading.
I mean how can it not? My life, particularly my love life, is a complete and total shit show.
And you’re welcome, dear readers, for providing you with soap opera worthy stories!
Oh, yeah, back to this story.
So, today I notice that his picture has changed to that of him and the little lady…on their wedding day!
Who didn’t guess that???? No one? That’s right. Because my love life (or non-existent or former one) exists in an alternate universe. This shit does not happen to normal people.
Can we get a round of “Congrats!” and “Best Wishes” for the happy couple? No? Oh, good, you’re on my side 🙂
How about a round of “WHAT THE FUCK?“? Everyone, all at once…WHAT…THE…FUCK?
I’m going to leave it at this for right now, cause I’m still in shock and trying to process this. But rest assured that I have much to say about this.