Relationship Limbo

Today I am thankful for being stuck in relationship limbo.

I finally realized how I know that men are interested in me as a relationship partner.

It is a three step process.

First, we have either a friendship or other type of relationship (quasi-professional or community based).

Then, they find out I'm getting divorced.

Then, here is the key, they start asking a heck of a lot of questions.

When our coffee outings start feeling like job interviews,

I know they want a wife.

My friends always attract the players, the assholes, the ingrates, the slam 'em and bam 'em guys who forget to say thank you after they make a mess on your dress.

I get the nice guys that want to parade diamonds on my finger. I get to turn down the gifts, the fancy dinners, and the concert tickets.

I get to meet the parents, the kids, and I get investigated to the hilt.

I'm not sure if I should consider myself lucky or not.

Weird...

As long as I have relationship limbo, I don't have to play the game. All I have to say is that the divorce isn't final and, wow, it's over.

Maybe if I joined a rock band I could chase away the marriage minded scary dudes?

I don't believe in marriage.

Sigh....

Maybe not....my first marriage proposal was from a musician.

Damn....

Love ya,

S.

P.S. Wow....on another note....I bitched in the papers and a Senator must've read my piece. I'm listening to current testimony at the state house pertaining to gun control bills. They actually added the all the suggestions I rudely made.

Never underestimate the power of a familiar name, a red head of hair, and a bitchy attitude.

Speak your peace and change your world.

Stalker Proxy Phone Calls

What kind of songs do narcissistic stalkers sing? I imagine they sing songs like this. I am grateful now that I understand why the stalker has people call but wish they'd listen when I ask them not to call again. I probably should document this somewhere. My ex was talking to an old friend of mine from high school on a daily basis. She is his cousin. I had to quit talking to her when she'd ask me to plan parties and then refuse to give me the guest list saying that the attendees would only be me, her, my stalker Shannon, and my NPD mother-in-law. She wanted me to plan interventions. This happened with a baby shower. It also happened with a wedding. The in-laws put together a fake wedding trying to host an intervention to shame me and my ex into doing things for them (like quit school and give them my car). I had to cut this so-called friend off over that in 2004....

Temporary Ending

Dear Readers: Over the past three weeks, I attended both a city councilperson's town hall and the mayoral town hall. Despite battling the flu, I dedicated two days to watching all available city council meetings and study sessions on YouTube in between bouts of cold chills. What I observed was a troubling pattern of disregard for honesty and disrespect towards citizens, the rule of law, and the influence of partisan politics. It has become evident that certain issues transcend the scope of a mere community art project. This realization prompted me to raise my voice, a departure from my usual composed demeanor. After discussing the situation with my family, we collectively decided to remain in Aurora. It is clear that true leadership entails making tough decisions rather than simply following personal desires. I look forward to the opportunity to address these concerns further in a different forum. Warm regards, S. P.S. There will be a new website.

Visiting the Graveyard in my Hometown and Addressing Fears I'll Soon Join the Party

Today I am thankful for a laugh. It didn't start out funny. My aunt visits once a week to use the washer and dryer. My new dryer broke just a few days out of warranty so we dried her clothes outside. While standing outside, she took me aside an said "I don't want to alarm you, but....." then she got silent. I pointed at the shed. "Are you worried about all the stuff pulled out of the shed?", I asked. "Yes.", she replied. "That happens all the time!" She advised me to chain the door. I've done that. The thief just tears the roof off. It's easier just to keep crap in it I don't care about so the thief can rummage and take what he or she wants. Again, I was advised to consider moving, especially after finding a full gas can in the mess. My aunt is afraid my ex-husband is going to kill me. I've been court-ordered to live here for another two years. Sigh.... I'm sure a judge would allo...

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