October 30, 2003
The World Series & Gifts From the Groom
The last month I’ve been “eat up” with baseball. I LOVE baseball! The playoffs were wonderful…I rooted for the Atlanta Braves, but they lost in the playoffs. I rooted for the Cubs…they lost. I rooted for the Redsocks…they lost. I rooted for the Marlins and finally, by God, my team won not only the playoffs, but the World Series! Great, great games! I haven’t slept a full night in more than a month, but now I’m catching zzzzs as often as possible.
Well, I thought my life was almost mine, again…it should be toward the end of November. The divorce could be completed and I can move the hell on! But, NOOOOOOO! Wouldn’t you know, Freddie the Freeloader has taken to sending me boxes! Yeah! Boxes! Every week for the last three weeks I’ve received boxes from old Freddie full of towels and linens. He is such a sick bastard! The linens have been slept on…or something has been going on with those sheets…because they carry his scent…and maybe the scent of who the hell knows what’s been on those sheets. Oh, well, nothing that a little scalding water and bleach can’t cure!
Yes, Dearies, that’s right! In addition to the linens, he mailed me tickets to several events here in town. Now what the hell does that mean??? Am I to show up for what reason?? Is this an invitation to meet him or is it an invitation to a set-up? Has he lost his ever loving mind? In this large white envelope there lay several pages printed from the internet regarding the two events with tickets attached. No letter, no note, no nothing! I’m supposed to be a fucking mind reader…oh, yeah, I’m going to consult my crystal ball and see what’s shaking…yeah, that’s life with Freddie! Damned asshole!
So, every week I get something from him. So this week he sends me a fax at my office stating he’d left a box of books with my attorney (these are my books and he knew full well when he stole them from MY house they were mine) and he left what he called an inventory of the books. Here we go again! He cannot understand, no he doesn’t want to understand that he initiated a protective order against me based on his stupid lies which prohibits him contacting me (spoken from the bench of the judge) and I am not to contact or go near him for two years! Glory to God! I thought I’d not have to be bothered by that jerk for at least that long and damned if he ain’t just flying in the face of the law! So, what is he doing? Here are a few theories from some of my friends:
1. He wants to set me up so I’ll be arrested for breaking the order.
2. He just wants to look at me.
3. Maybe he’s hired a hit man to shot me.
4. He really, really wants to come home.
5. He wants to upset me so I’ll go off and kick his ass, which in essence will put me in jail.
6. He still “loves” me; oh, God, I think I’m going to vomit!
7. He is crazy.
8. He wants to prolong the end of the marriage.
9. He wants to control the entire situation.
10. He actually thinks I give a big old shit about him.
11. He has a disorder in which he blocks memories of his assaulting me and having me arrested.
12. His girlfriend has kicked him to the curb! Ahhhhh, ain’t that sad!
13. He just wants to be about as aggravating and as painful as a hemorrhoid.
14. He misses making my life a living hell.
15. He thinks I am his mother or an authority figure.
16. He suddenly realizes I’m through playing games with his dumb ass and this is his last ditch effort to endear himself to me. Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha! Fat Chance!
So I get gifts from the Groom…I ain’t impressed, yet!