Oblivious People, Seriously! WTF Is Wrong With You?

Notice anything new? 

Yep, yep I feel so honored that DM asked me to be a blogger. Wow. I think it is cool and I look forward to sharing my stories with you on a more regular basis.

Also, I finally have a name. Hi, my name is Moxie Clementine, it is a pleasure to meet you.

This was my first full week of employment after six months of drinking midweek, other wise known as unemployment. I am seriously thankful to be gainfully employed, but it is an adjustment. The commute itself took some getting accustomed to. I think I will learn a new language during my long commutes. 

Let’s see any new updates….nope, okay on to the story.

Remember the couple that I was pretty sad to be losing as friends in the divorce. Nope, well here you can flash back and get caught up on that story. I spent a sleepless night deciding what I was going to do about it. I decided I was not that invested and I was willing to let it go. I had considered calling the wife up and inviting her to coffee to discuss, but thought the best thing to do was let it die the silent, slow death it was already headed towards.

Well….this past Sunday they (the couple) send out an evite to their annual St. Patty’s day party. Now, I truly enjoy this party. I normally pick a theme and dress up. Yes, I am the only one, but it was my tradition. It is one holiday I enjoy.

I did not even click to open the evite until the next day. I needed to decide if I was going to go no matter who was on the invite list. I thought long and hard. Okay not really, it was an easy decision. Hell No, I was not going.

Seriously, WTF!! Why in the world would I want to go to a party where a large portion of the people attending would be Pap’s co-workers and there would a large chance that Skank would make an appearance also? Why would I want to be in the same house – DRINKING – with any of these people?

So I did the adult thing to do and rsvp’d no, sorry I will be unable to attend. It was only then did I look to see who was on the invite list. Yet, before I even looked at the list Skank had rsvp’d yes and stated that she would try her “bestest best to make it”. Yes, that is verbatim.   My eyes rolled to the back of my head also.

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I immediately text Pap saying “Seriously! LOL Really now? I might forgive but bitch is not going to be my best friend and I will not purposefully attend a drinking party where I know she will be attending along with other people that supported my ex-husband’s affair”.   Even Pap had more common sense than these people and responded with “I don’t know what they were thinking. I’m not going.”

 

Seriously, WTF!! What type of friends would invite the ex-wife and the ex-husband’s girlfriend to the same damn party?

I had to laugh about it. They have taken their stance of trying to be neutral a bit too far. I found it rude and selfish. It strengthened the decision I made months ago to let the friendship go. With friends like this, who needs enemies?

 

But, now I know the date and time Skankalicious will be in my neighborhood. Yes, this couple lives less than a mile away from me. Talk about temptation. I am not violent, but I have violent fantasies of running over into Skank on the street. Never thought it would happen cause she lives in the burbs and I am in the city.

 

So, once again, I did the adult thing and asked a friend who lives miles away if I could spend the night with her. It is Pap’s scheduled night with Kiddo, so I will be free. The temptation to confront her is too great. This married woman allowed a relationship with my ex-husband to become first an emotional affair and then a full blown affair when she knew me, knew Pap was married, and knew I was pregnant. I know, I know, Pap is totally accountable also, but this woman was a semi-friend.

Yes, I would like some answers, but it’s not worth it. I’m letting that fantasy go. I am too old for some childish crap. Thus I am completely removing myself from the zip code.

But seriously, WTF?

 

Peace out,

Moxie