So the other night after Manwhore told me that he and Witchy Poo were no longer together, he went out to see a “friend” (Whore #14) and didn’t get back home until in the wee hours of the morning. (Haha! I just realized that the Witch was lucky Whore #13!) Anyway, as I was saying…
The next night he came home and said a friend was coming over at 6:00 pm. When she showed up I was in my room as usual, but he of course brought her in to introduce us. I really wish he wouldn’t even bother doing that. I said hi to Whore #14 and then went on with what I was doing.
Come 7:30 pm he had to leave to go do a tour, so he left her here. She actually sat on the couch watching tv, smoking and drinking. I stayed in my room. I couldn’t believe he left me there alone with someone he just met the night before. The anger began to swell inside me.
He got home later that night. She was still here. A little while later, the lights in the living room were off and I had to go put my ice cream back in the freezer. So I walked through the living room to the kitchen. Evidently I interrupted something because not long after I went back to my room and closed the door she left.
He sent me a text today saying that she was pissed off at him because I walked in on them. It wasn’t my fault. He should have warned me. He made a comment about her being a little off anyway, so I asked, “So she’s good enough to fuck, but not enough to date?” He said “neither.” That’s not what it looked like to me. LOL So I think that’s the end of Whore #14.
Tonight he brought home Whore #15. She’s actually a pretty lady in the “Southern Beauty Shop Hairdresser/Tammy Faye Bakker” sort of way. However, when I walked through the living room she was sitting on the couch. I completely ignored her. I was still feeling bad and in no mood for pleasantries with any of his whores.
Evidently she or he felt that we needed to be introduced though. I was standing by the balcony door smoking and he came in to tell me they were leaving. He called my name and said “here I want you to meet (I honestly forgot her name 2 seconds after he said it).” Then she popped in the kitchen door and said hi. I looked at her, tried to smile, and then looked back at him and then back to her. Then I told him I was going to go get my medicine, and then turned and went back to smoking my cigarette. The look on her face was priceless. They promptly left.
They just came back in a few minutes ago. Manwhore came over and was asking me about ordering some signs when she walked over and asked if I got my medicine. I don’t know why she cares. I ignored her completely.
They are in the living room now. I know if I walk back through there I’ll have to see her again and I’m getting tired of ignoring her. I know it’s not her fault that she’s Whore #15, but I can tell she’s trash just by looking at her. I don’t care if that’s what he wants, I just wish he didn’t bring the trash home with him.
It looks like he may be going on another Whore bender again. The worst part about his benders is that there’s a different one here almost every night & I can’t even enjoy watching TV in the living room. When the hell am I supposed to watch my Vampire Diaries?! LOL
I also know that my mood is in the crapper now and I’m being a complete bitch. I told my sister earlier that I was in a very evil mood. I’m not sure why. I just am.
Speaking of being evil…I’m supposed to meet my little 24 year old boy toy, Endymion, tomorrow morning. Endymion is Latin for “a beautiful young man, loved by the Moon.” I’m a cancer, a moonchild. 😉 That should be interesting. Muwahahahahaha!