Thankful for Pop Psychology

Today, I am thankful for pop psychology.

I'm not talking about the co-dependency and other non-existant crap spewed by wanna-be psychotherapists online.  I'm talking about the grains of psychology built into pop songs.  I swear, when musicians want their beauty sleep and are too lazy to pull all nighters playing in clubs.....we become psychotherapists. 

When we get stuck and need inspiration, all we have to do is buy a new CD. 

My abusive ex bought me one.  Yep, he's stuck in the eighties.  He still acts like he's seventeen and rebelling against his mommy (which, to be really creepy, he claims I have become). 

Ewwww...

I feel so very hot....at that thought....NOT! 

Anyway, eighties boy bought me a couple of Duran Duran CDs in a bid to get me back.  He buys me little trinkets to prove that he loves me.  I'd rather him pay for therapy but....whatever.

He did something evil to make me stay in the house we co-own until he gets around to signing legal documents.  He's drug that out for quite some time. 

Awkward.....is the word.   

Not flippin' happy but I'm not gonna focus on it.  If we get what we think about, he'll become an even bigger part of my life if I complain.  So....

I thought I'd listen to the CD. 

Ah, ha!!!  Inspiration....

I know just what to do to piss off Mr. Passive Aggressive and his dysfunctional family of thugs who think that marrying into their family makes one their slave.   I tire of the stalking, the harassment, the bizarre spoofing YouTube pages (what the heck is that about....glad they're learning a new skill now) and the Amazon.com wish-list posted under my name listing all the dildos that would rip apart a celibate woman (which isn't really saying a lot about their son). 

Maybe they're just trying to help me on some sick, weird, crazy level.  I don't know. 

I'll resume writing once I deal with this vomit   welling up inside.... eek

Better....

I'm going to start talking about the dysfunction.....online....under the pseudonym they gave me. 

That'll make them run.  I'm supposed to lie about our life.  It's great....yeah, really.  I'll write about his mommy and daddy and sissy and brother and cousins and uncle and aunt whose face obviously got stuck while she was busy glaring at me in public.  These are, by far, allegedly the most important people on the planet. 

Oh, you never heard of them?  Really?  I thought they were so important that TMZ never played with them. 

Oh...no...really?  Wow....

Just teasing....

Truth is, that no one will care what I write, except them.  If this doesn't get him to keep his promise of five years to sign the divorce papers, I don't know what will. 

I love it!!! 

Ah, rock stars....isn't there anything they don't know? 

Sing along now.....

Selling exes down the river.....

ooh, that's the only line I can remember. 

Love ya,

S. 

P.S. 

Okay, okay.....I should probably be thankful for Dionysus and his gift of wine because when I dry out and re-read what I wrote just now, it is going to be obvious that I had a little too much of that yummy grape stuff. 

Hey....it's good for my heart.  Twice over....lowers my risk of heart attack and makes sleeping alone far more tolerable. 

Cheers!