Today, I am thankful for mind-fuckery.
Yesterday my plans were ruined because of some stupid yell fest about some stupid thing I could care less about.
I sent him to an audition.
He didn't get the part.
Today, I got raged at because I seriously believe he's my stalker. Look, I'm a few days away from getting a restraining order. If he's got proof it's not him, he needs to give it to me now.
Imagine a 500 pound guy spitting at you, while jumping up and down, screaming "I'm not the stalker!" at the top of his lungs like a two year old.
It's annoying.
I was once a victim's advocate for the former District Attorney. My background is social science. I was trained in child and family psychology. My master's is in psychology. My professional background is in hypnotherapy, NLP, and short term therapies.
Look, I know when people lie.
Politicians consult with me constantly to get my feedback as to the truth telling capabilities of other politicians. I mean, imagine a conservative's disappointment when I told him the man holding a seat he sought was honestly distraught that a son's friend murdered a friend of his. He was so wanting to hear that his competitor was a liar.
I'll be honest.
Come on... It's not a secret. I can read most people like books. Crap, I can often build enough rapport to lead their body language in a direction I want them to go. Yeah...yeah....getting a mayor to twirl in his seat during a formal proceeding was a tad bit over the top -but- he deserved it. He was a rude jerk.
I'm not one to be trifled with.
My ex is getting a little bit stupid now. He claims he wants a divorce but he has no intention of letting me go through with it.
One has to be a tad bit ballsy to keep a redhead in his house without a sexual outlet for six years.
One has to be pretty ballsy to lie to a woman, let alone one who has been trained to read body language.
One has to be downright crazy to play mind games with a woman, let alone a professional covert hypnotist.
Guess who is going to win?
Hmmmm.....should I make him cluck like a chicken?
That would be fun....
unethical...
but fun.
Love ya,
S.
P.S. Whoa, that was revealing. I referred to it as his house.
I came into the marriage with money. I supplied the original down payment yet I don't think of the house as mine.
In fact, our original plan was that he would take the house and kids while I would pay child support. Now he wants me to take the house and kids while he flits off doing whatever the hell he wants. That's fine by me. I just need a normal job so I can take over the payments. Self-employment and single parenthood rarely mixes well.
I don't want the house. I know that is why I hesitate to file. I want to find another solution.
There really isn't one.
I have talked my ex into getting bariatric surgery, so he will someday have a sex life with another woman. That may make it easier for him to move on. I don't want to be his nurse.
My heart can't look at him with love anymore. I have compassion for him but I can't trust him. He'd destroy me in a second if he could.
My life is weird.
Pray for me. The moment I get a job, I'm filing.