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My Breaking Point With Manwhore

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.

Happy humping!

Manwhore’s Whores: The Saga Continues

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!

Happy humping!

It’s a blacktop blur

Yes, it’s me!  I’m back!  I know it’s been entirely too long since I posted anything, but I do have reasonably legitimate excuses.  I will go into those in a bit.  First I have to tell you that I was reminded today, by one who will not be named, that I need to keep writing even when I don’t feel like it or think I have the time.  It’s true.  Sometimes things happen in life that make us feel like we’re drowning, but that’s just all the more reason to keep our heads up and keep on swimming.  So I’m putting my floaties on and going for it.

I have to tell you first that I got a new tattoo just before going up to see my sister two weeks ago.  It’s on my left wrist.  It’s my first and middle names.  The whole time I was visiting my parents, they never even noticed.  I think that’s a sign that they are getting old and senile, but I still love them.  Just sayin’. LOL

So here are my excuses for not writing, as weak as they may be.  First of all my beautiful mother had a heart attack over a week ago.  I was already up at my sister’s helping her out with Little Bubba for a few days when we got the news.  She and I decided to head up to see Mom in the hospital the next day.  It was a long drive that should have only taken six hours, but with Little Bubba along for the ride it ended up taking almost nine hours.

The visit with Mom, Little Brother, and the Preacher was good.  Mom had to stay in the hospital an extra day so we ended up having to leave before she actually went home.  She’s back home now though and feeling a little better.  Hopefully the Preacher won’t stress her out to the point that she ends up back in the hospital.

Also during all of that, my sister, the Blonde Bombshell Fallen Angel, came up with another grand plan.  We’re going to have a Trail Ride & Crawfish Boil next month and sell tickets to make the money for the next house payment.  I thought it was a pretty good idea at first, and still do, but I also know it’s going to be a lot of work.  It’s already been a lot of work and it’s still weeks away.  We have managed to get a band booked, find someone to cook hundreds of pounds of crawfish, and people to help with running the shindig.  Overall I think it’s going very well.  Now we just need to sell about 300 tickets and it will be a huge success.

Also, my sister, my beautiful ever so smart sister, decided that we needed to have a raffle at this event so that we could make even more money.  She pondered a while about what to raffle off, then it came to her.  She decided she would raffle me off.  One night with the Preacher’s Daughter in the little cabin on the farm.  Wasn’t that sweet of her to think of me?

"What you do is...you suck the head until the eyes quiver and then stop." Fallen Angel

Let’s see…what else?  Oh.  Mountain Man and Rocketman.  Well, to put it plainly, those are about two of the flakiest guys I’ve ever met.  Mountain Man informed me that he was moving back out west, and then Rocketman told me he watched his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend have sex one night, and then Rocketman said that he was getting back together with said ex-girlfriend.  So they are history.

I haven’t really had time to do much dating lately due to being a constant road-warrior.  I finally got home on Sunday, just in time to have to drive around for an hour looking for parking due to French Quarter Fest.  Then yesterday I had to go to the emergency room because I thought I had pneumonia.  I was having chest pains, difficulty breathing, and dizzy spells, but it turned out just to be severe bronchitis.  Now I just feel like I’ve been in a fight with a very large gorilla, but I’m sure I’ll recover soon enough with the help of modern science (insert sarcastic laugh here).

Today I had to start my new “job” working as an indentured servant for Manwhore.  I’m helping to promote his new tour business.  I already did his website, brochures, and all that crap.  Now he’s talked me into being his tour pimp.  This puts me completely out of my comfort zone because I’m actually a very introverted person when it comes to strangers and large groups of people.  However, when necessary, I can push myself into doing things that I normally wouldn’t feel comfortable doing.  It’s all about will power.  I never claimed to have a lot of that, especially when it comes to men and sex, but in this case I have managed to muster up just enough.  Just enough to keep Manwhore off my back and paying me to do this for him.

By the way, Witchy Poo is no more.  She evidently annoyed him to the point that he had to cut off all communication with her.  Thank God.  Witchy Poo was just a crazy gold-digger anyway.  After she was rude to me one night and all but ignored me, I was not a fan of hers, and it seems I was not the only one.  Manwhore’s business partner didn’t like her either.

Overall I’m happier than I’ve been in years.  I am unemployed, but not really.  I have a “job” that allows me to wander around the French Quarter talking to people, stopping for a beer if I so choose (haven’t yet, but might), and I get to listen to the great musicians playing in the streets.  Today there were two really good trombone players outside of Rouse’s Market and, being a former t-bone player myself, I thoroughly enjoyed the fact that I was able to stop and listen for a few minutes worry-free.  I even had time to stop and visit with a friend who I haven’t seen in a while.

Sometimes I sink into my little shell and forget that there’s a world outside worth taking a peek at, and that’s not healthy.  I need to make myself get out more and do things that are outside my comfort zone, and by God, I’m gonna like it.  LOL

This isn't who I saw today, but I've seen these guys before. They're actually pretty good. (Note to self: Take more pictures.)

I may still be single and haven’t had sex in entirely too long, but that’s OK.  I am learning to cope.

Happy humping!

Snippets

Manwhore: “I really do love you. You’re like my family.  I can’t say like my sister though, because I wanna fuck you.”

Manwhore: “I don’t know why we’re not together.  We get along great, have fun, can talk about anything…  Well, I know why we’re not together…”

Me:  “And why is that?”

Manwhore:  (After a few seconds of silence & a confused look) “Hmmm.  I don’t know.”

Me:  LOL

Fallen Angel:  “You should have seen all the crazy coupon clippers in Winn-Dixie today buying up all the paper towels.”

Me:  “Is there a flood coming?”

Fallen Angel:  “You really should try this iced coffee.  Little Bubba loves it.  He was walking around saying ‘Can’t find my toffee momma.  Find my toffee.’  He’s running laps around the house now.  I don’t know why.”

Me:  “Gee, I wonder. LOL”

Stay tuned for my next installment in the “[Something] with the Preacher’s Daughters” series.  (Remember “Woodworking with the Preacher’s Daughters” & of course “A night out with the Preacher’s Daughters: Parts 1, 2 & 3“?)  I didn’t forget that I’m supposed to let you know how the trip went with Momma, Fallen Angel & Little Bubba.  It’s gonna be a good one! 😉

Happy humping!

Here’s the situation…

Now that I’ve updated you on my “employment situation“, now I can update you on my “man situation.”

Last week I didn’t get to see Rocketman because he was sick with that nasty bug that’s been going around.  I hate that he was sick, but I think it was good that we were forced to stay away from one another for a while.  It gave us both time to think and figure out how to deal with his friend Mountain Man.  Neither one of us wanted to hurt Mountain Man’s feelings, and Rocketman didn’t want to lose his friend’s trust either.  We kept our texting to a minimum and in the mean time Rocketman tried to get a feel for how Mountain Man was feeling about me.

It seems that even though Mountain Man hadn’t really been texting/messaging me all that much, he still wished he & I could hang out more.  That news surprised me because I had hoped his lack of communication meant that he had forgotten about me and moved on.  Since that was not the case we decided to lay low for a while longer and see if Mountain Man would eventually forget about me.

When I got back from my sister’s on Sunday I sent Rocketman a text to say hi and that it really sucked not being able to hang out with him.  He agreed and started formulating a new plan.

I have to add here that I recently read somewhere that when we (humans) make plans, God giggles.  I think that’s true.  I also read that any delays we encounter are only designed to put us in exactly the right place at exactly the right time.  Again, that seems to be true.  If I hadn’t of gone and met Mountain Man that day, I probably never would have met Rocketman.

I got a text yesterday afternoon from Rocketman.  He said he talked to Mountain Man and told him that he kept seeing my profile on Plenty of Fish (not the full truth, but close enough), and if he wasn’t going to pursue me, would it be cool if he messaged me.  Mountain Man didn’t have any objections, so maybe things will work out after all.  If it works out to where I can date Rocketman, be friends with Mountain Man, and not upset the balance of their relationship, thereby avoiding any weird Fleetwood Mac drama, then that would be great.

We immediately made plans to hang out tomorrow night. 🙂  At this point I’m so happy that I’ll get to see him soon because after the day I had yesterday I need a good distraction.  Not that he’s just a distraction.  I really like him too.  He’s a great guy and so far it seems that he’s just as smitten with me as I am with him.  Could he be my moth?  I could definitely be his.

As a side note…life in New Orleans has been very interesting so far.  I’ve had a lot of fun here, drank quiet a lot here, shed a few tears here, met a few crazies here, and met a lot of talented artists and musicians here.  There’s a reason why this is called the city that care forgot, and I think it’s starting to rub off on me.

Happy humping!