Did You Ever Want to Just Kick Someone in the Head?

In between all of the lovely love making nekkid time last week with my lovah,

the real world only intruded a few times.  We needed a few more locks.

 I worked a few days and he sat in the car while I saw patients inside.  He read his book and sent me naughty texts.  He said pictures of his body parts were his next course of action but I came out of the building just in time. Drat.  Also he had a few conference calls and I got to listen to talk about the financial markets and tax implications of some sort of piles of money.  That’s all I know about that.  I don’t have enough money to know about markets or for there to be many tax implications. 

I could probably just bury my $400 in the yard.

But the worse, most significant and awful intrusion was his ex-wife.

What in the sheer fuck is her problem?  They have been divorced 3 years and living apart for 4 years.  Yet, she still calls and calls and calls.  Last Sunday morning, we had been deliciously intertwined when someone needed to pee.  He checks his phone and had message after message regarding an emergency and the need for an immediate call back.  I knew in my heart it was a scam, but he is sweet and said, “what if it is about the kids?”  So, he calls back and she wants to talk about money.  Duped again. 

Now, he was in a very calm, post-coital mood, but I still start to hear yelling from the other room.  He comes back and reports that she hung up on him when he told her he would only talk to her about money in writing.  This is after my drumming it into his head that he should only talk to her about it in writing because she has a pattern of saying, “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”

I feel disloyal even talking about another divorced woman like this…

(Aside:  I have money issues.  Every divorced woman I know has money issues.  Many are married to deadbeats that won’t provide for their children by paying child support.  But this woman has the sweetest deal I know.  She is the only divorced woman that I’m aware of that doesn’t have to worry about a roof over her head.  Or anything else. Yet she is threatening to take him to court because he won’t pay for 50% of the bathroom tile remodel that she did without his knowledge. Oh, and she works. She makes better money that I do by far.  She has a sweet sweet deal, take my word, end of aside.)

But she calls on my time. They haven’t talked since the last time she hung up on him a few weeks ago when he told her to put all money talks in writing.  She knows he’s with me because his kids know he’s with me. 

That makes me angry because I feel like she isn’t respectful of me. 

I know she isn’t respectful of him. That has been well established.  But when I get my few days and she chooses that time to throw a wobbly, threaten to take him to court, etc., well I just want to kick her until she is dead while wearing my steel toed boots. 

I start screaming about her lack of boundaries and my need to teach her some.

He reminds me she has no boundaries with anyone.  She has terrible relationships with her family and children, no close friends and is an emotional cripple.  I get it.  I understand mental illness.  She has a need to cause chaos.  Negative attention is better than no attention at all. 

Yet still.

Then I get mad at him for bringing this crazy person into our lives.

Remember, I knew him before they ever crossed paths.  Then I realize how unfair that is and apologize profusely. Because he is the one that has to deal with her.  He feels guilty that his kids have a crazy mother. 

Still, a good dose of Risperdal BID would go a long way in improving her behavior.

that and..

How does someone like that get someone like him? He says if she goes missing I will be on the list of suspects, which includes himself, his mother and his kids. 

 

 I resent her intrusion.  I would never do that to Stanley and his girlfriend.

We talked it out, hugged it out, loved it out. Back to scheduled programming.