Well, it finally happened. I lost my damn mind and my ability to control my mouth. Last night Manwhore and I got in a huge fight. It was unexpected and over something seemingly insignificant. As my sister said, “It’s about damn time.”
I sent him a text last night asking him to stop by the store on his way home. He sent me a text back telling me that he was bringing a friend home with him, Whore #2. Yes, the territory-marking bitch ice queen who was rude to me and who hated me. As you can tell, I have such fond memories of her. This was the same woman who he said he told not to contact him anymore because of the awful things she said about me.
So…when I got his text I replied “What?! Why?” It’s bad enough he’s started up the whore parade again, at least he could have the decency to bring in fresh meat. This stuff with bringing in tired old used pussy is just sad. See there I go again with my big mouth. I just can’t seem to help myself. It seems that I have deep anger issues when it comes to Manwhore.
So, he got pissed off that I asked why he was bringing her over. When they came in he immediately came in my room and said we needed to talk. I told him that I didn’t want to talk with her here, but he insisted. That really pissed me off. So, in full-on pissed-off redheaded preacher’s daughter fashion, I let him have it, and was loud enough so that she could hear it all. I told him things that I have held in for years, and a few things that were just for her benefit. It was oddly freeing. I was so mad I was shaking.
I haven’t gone that far over the edge in a very long time. This morning I called my sister and told her some of what I told him. She laughed and said that coming from anyone else it would be awful, but coming out of my mouth, it was just funny. I wasn’t trying to be funny. I was trying to spit fire, and burn his ass. I think I accomplished my goal.
As I told him off he got angrier, I got louder, and he told me he hated me. I returned those feelings. I yelled a lot about how he admitted to using me, how he manipulated me and my feelings, how he fucked everything that he could get his hands on, and how he needed to leave me alone, get out of my room and go fuck the ugly cunt in the living room. I didn’t call her an ugly cunt though. I called her something far worse, and made sure I said it loud enough and enough times for her to hear. I was terrible. I admit it. Anger does terrible things to people and I’m not immune.
He told me that he was so mad that he wanted to hit me. I was prepared for anything. He didn’t hit me. If he had I probably would have pulled my .38 out of the drawer. Thank God I didn’t have to do that. It did get me to thinking though. If we were fighting that bad, and getting that angry at one another, it was time to go. So I told him I would move out. Never mind the $4,000 I spent getting us into this apartment, or the $1,500 deposit I am going to lose. I need out.
Then she walked in and looked like she was either high or drunk as hell. She didn’t say a word. He told her we were talking and closed the door on her. Not long after he left my room he took her home.
I hate the idea of leaving New Orleans, this beautiful apartment, and Endymion, but I think it’s best for now. I’m not ruling out the idea of moving back here at some point, but for now I need to get away from him and this city.
I haven’t broken the news to Endymion yet. I hope he will want to stay in touch and maybe even visit one another occasionally. If not that’s fine too. I’ll miss him because he’s a great guy and my first cub, but I’ll find another cub to play with.
Dammit. I hate how things can change so drastically in a matter of hours. It’s time to let go and move on though. I will more than likely return to the Big Easy one day. I love it here too much to stay away for good. Until that time, I’m going to stay with my sister and help her out like I should have done over a month ago.
To top it off, he brought her home with him again tonight. She’s still here. I am fighting the urge to pull out my .38 and start cleaning it. Maybe I should at least unload it so as not to have any accidents. I’m just kidding of course. I would never do such a thing. I’m too careful, and too good a shot, to have an accident.
This just keeps getting better. I was about to post this when Manwhore came in to ask me when I was leaving and when I’d be back for the rest of my stuff. I told him I’m leaving tomorrow and will be back probably Tuesday to get the rest. I told him I’d probably need stay the night because that’s a lot of driving and I’ll be loading everything up into the truck myself. Being the smart ass that he is, he said that if I didn’t leave at noon I could do it all in one day. Then he said that his step-daughter is coming to stay a week, so basically he told me that I wasn’t welcome stay. That’s fine mother fucker. I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary. If I have to I’ll get a hotel, and I told him so.
How did I ever get so involved with such a lying cheating manipulative sleazy asshole like Manwhore? Well, I’ve learned my lesson once and for all. I’m finished with looking for a relationship. I’m finished forgiving Manwhore and trying to be his friend. I’m finished with old men that can’t keep their dicks in their pants, and I’m finished with Manwhore for good.
So here’s to all the men I’ve loved in New Orleans. May you live long and prosper. Except Manwhore. May his cock fall off and may he never get any good pussy ever again. No, I’m not still angry. 😉
This meeting of the She-woman Man-haters Club is now adjourned.