Holly and Hell

For several years, I had an online friend named Anthony who was an bit part actor in New York.  We both had an interest in mentalism, hypnosis and teaching.  He asked me out after numerous conversations about drama, drama queens and how the only place drama should occur is on the stage.   We stopped talking when I told him I wouldn't date anyone because  I haven't filed for divorce yet due to financial reasons.

Heck, I didn't think he was interested. 

Still....his point stands.  Drama kills! 

There are days when I wish more men were like good ol' Tony.

I hate Christmas! 

The little idiot that is abusing my daughter is up to somethin' stupid.

They got in a fight this morning over whether or not I can watch their child three days a week.  If I can't do it, he wants my daughter to drop out of her final semester in college. 

I was livid.  We have sacrificed so much so that she could go to college, win a big scholarship and graduate without student loans. 

I love their daughter but I'm not sure I can afford to stay home three days a week to babysit her, unless I can find the right job with the right hours.   I can only agree to do it for a couple of weeks at a time, until I know what my financial situation looks like.

I just received a call that he's afraid of me.  Apparently, he took his video games, some clothing, her credit cards and texted something to her about sleeping in the parking lot tonight. 

So now, I'm waiting for my ex to drive me out to her apartment, change her locks, console her why she cancels the credit cards, scour the parking lot, and try to talk some sense into this moron. 

It's 27 degrees.  He doesn't own a coat.

I'll let you know if we find a frozen doggie in a silver sedan...

I betcha that he's not in the parking lot. 

What do you want to bet he has a girlfriend on the side?
When I was in my early twenties, I took in a stray too...he chewed through my money, my credit, broke my right wrist, damaged my jaw, broke my teeth, and gave me several concussions.

Thankfully, a thoughtful bimbo took him off my hands.  As of yesterday, she is still with him putting up with his abuse.  Apparently, that dog threw a phone at our grandchild yesterday because Dominoes didn't deliver a pizza on time.

Do you want to know what makes this crappy? 

My daughter replaced my computer for Christmas so that I could work from home.  I'm begging her to take it back and keep the money.   

Maybe I just need to sell my final bass and put the money in an account for her. 

I hate Christmas!! 

I hate presents!! 

I hate tantrums!! 

I hate male drama queens!!

So much for holiday joy.
Love ya,

Ms. Grinch.

Update:  The little butt potato was not in the parking lot freezing his nards off.  He had sent a text that he was staying with a friend...

Yeah...I bet he is. 

Did I write about the filthy email he sent to me last January.  He wrote to be on Facebook (a website that brings out the wicked in everybody)

and told me I was hot. 

I replied that I was happy he thought that because my daughter will look just like me when she is my age.   He gets a sneak peak at what he will wake up to twenty some odd years from now.

He kept writing to me.  I kept fending him off. 

Then he had the freakin' audacity to tell my daughter and ex-hubby that I came on to him.

My ex didn't believe him...he knows I'm an ice cube.

My daughter and I had this long drawn out talk about the choices young men get to make. 

They can choose youth, strength and beauty

-or-

old, stamina, and experience.

They can choose tight skin, tight spaces, and acrobatic moves

-or-

flabby arms, bossy women, and nightmares. 

She laughed. 

I told her the wise ones will find someone their age, someone that likes the same music, someone that can develop their sexual tastes with them, and discover what they like together. 

The dumb ones get caught up with the cougars who can't seem to connect to them as people, treat them like students, and damage their poor little eyes with their aged skin. 

Then, I told her that I had my fill of young guys that didn't know what they were doing when I was much younger.  She needn't worry.  I like my wine a with a little more character.

She laughed again. 

That boy is a freakin' moron.  I guess she's in for 18.5 years of custody battles ahead.  It's a good thing she's studying law.

Sadly, I may have to stay in this house a little longer until she gets back on her feet.  She's probably going to move into the basement apartment and need a live-in babysitter.   My ex will probably move out of the basement apartment so she can have it.  He'll most likely want the bedroom back.  I'll probably end up selling my shoes and moving into the walk-in closet (which is actually the size of a small bedroom). 

We've already decided that we can't sleep together....ever....that is what makes the pain of living here so bad.  It's cold at night. 

I'll let you know how it goes. 

At this rate, I don't know when it will ever be the right time to leave.

Damn...