Five months, twenty four days
The last week or so was simultaneously awesome and so fucking sucktastic it hurt. Like physically hurt.
Jeb did indeed come in for my graduation party. He even brought gifts that were totally thought out and completely me. He really is the best friend a person could have. As much as he wants people to think he is this giant asshole, he is far from it. Therein lies the problem for me. I know what I would eventually like to happen, but do not know that it ever will.
Other than the couple of days he was here everything else has sucked giant moldy donkey balls. The Ex feels the need to rub his 22 year old married girlfriend in my face. I could care less. Well, I didn't give a fuck until he gave her access to MY computer. That's right, he let the cunt remote access my computer over an unsecured connection. He's an idiot of epic proportions. When I lost my shit over the ordeal I was the crazy irrational one. He just doesn't grasp the enormity of their actions. What's even better? He is friends with her husband & the husband pays for everything for him when they go out. So not only is he sleeping in this guy's bed, with is wife, but the guy is basically supporting him too. Isn't he a fucking winner?
Another thing I enjoy about the situation is the chick. Asshole used to harangue me about my weight. This girl looks like she showers every third day & lives on snack cakes. Really?! I guess the fact that he is nailing a 22 year old is all that matters. Regardless she has been banned from the premises. He has been informed that should she cross the threshold I will be forced to press charges for the computer incident. That would mean against the both of them since he loaded the software that allowed her to access it. A felony & a misdemeanor respectively. And he thinks I am the stupid one.
I have been so wound up from the constant harassment that I lost ten pounds between Tuesday & Saturday. Now I am only five pounds from goal, but that's not the way I wanted to get there.
So now I am counting the days until the lease is up & I can leave this situation & state. In case you were wondering the count is now 177 days or five months and 24 days. I sincerely hope that I can make it that long. If not and I do snap, someone please come visit me in jail & bring cookies.
I kind of feel like I should be writing a prison journal as that's what living here feels like at the moment. Sad, but true.
Posted at 02:05 am by Zombie
July 4, 2012 10:46 AM PDT
Aww, man. You deserve so much better!
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, Vegas...errr... hell