Removing a Politician and an Ex

 

Today I am thankful for the realization that one can never, ever cohabit with an ex. 

 

 

 

I don't know what to write. 

  

I really don't know where to start. 

  

I went to a political meeting today.  I tried to go incognito.  It didn't work.  My frenemies were there.  Worse, I forgot to put temporary brown dye in my hair.   Everyone knows me by my red hair. 

So a few of the statists I pissed off over the past five years clamored near me. 

 

Ugh....I muddled through an hour and a half hour of scowls.  I also received one apologetic look from a politician I slammed for acting like a major jerk.  I taped her telling everyone to sit down and be quiet while refusing to answer questions.  It's sad.  For more than a half of an hour one hears "sit down", "shut up", "be quiet", "I'm not answering that", and "I don't have to hold any more meetings" interspersed with my frustrated growling.  I gave the tape to one person in the Occupy Movement and one to another person in the Tea Party Movement.  They publicized it well. 

 

I went on to slam her on my own.  I'm citing her as the reason I'm taking on some unfair laws they just passed.  

 

I'm taking on a darling representative.  She's incredibly beautiful.  She's very well educated but when it comes down to Emotional Intelligence, she's an idiot.  She writes laws based on her emotional issues.  She claims to be tough on crime yet she's a criminal.  Her laws impact law abiding citizens rather than the criminal element she claims to target.

 

The truth is, she's messed with the constitution so much that even I am seeing red. 

 

Well...I know people in her district.  In fact, I ran for mayor for the people she represents.  One of her constituents called me, pissed as hell, because she passed a bunch of laws that infringe on his rights to self-defense.  

 

The people in her district are upset. 

 

Worse, they're watching her.  They claim to have dirt.  So far, the dirt is little more than gossip.  Without proof, I'm not going to say a word.  I've been a victim of gossip.  I can't say it feels good at all.  So, I'll prove it or refute it.  If it's not true, I'll report that back to the people in her district. 

 

It's a win-win. 

 

Thankfully, my stalker caused me to meet numerous private investigators in the city.  If I can prove any of that dirt, she'll resign in the blink of an eye.  It'll be painless. 

 

If not, it'll die right there. 

 

I promised I'd work for the constituents well after the election, even if I did not win.  So that is what I must do.  I have to work to recall the lady.  A promise IS a promise.  I'm hoping to do this with minimal damage to the representative, the taxpayers, and my friends in the district. 

 

We'll see how it goes.  I honestly think her party is using her to pass their unpopular crap and will dispose of her like yesterday's garbage when she succeeds.  I smell a set up.  She gets slammed in the papers and NO ONE comes to her defense.  Her party used her to promote unconstitutional laws.  If they were right, they'd defend her.  Because they are wrong, they can't do that.   

 

I find that a little bit sad. Part of me hopes I'm wrong.  I rarely am with stuff like that. 

 

Thus is the life of a politician.  She's lucky, though, people have short memories.  If she resigns, no one will be able to prove crap about her.  If she resigns no one will slander her.  Maybe I'll pray she gets a comfy job somewhere doing something she longs to do without having the ability to destroy the citizens lives. 

 

We'll see. 

 

So, despite my better judgment I came home from the meeting hoping to change my clothes to go to the next political adventure.  My clothes took on the smell of my car.  I wanted to wear something else. 

 

 

I went inside and grabbed my laptop to verify the location of my second political meeting.  A couple of young guns want to be groomed for office so I thought I'd help them.  At this point, I check Facebook and notice that Steve is in my hometown.  He snapped a picture of what appeared to be armed military officers patrolling the perimeter of the park I usually visit when I'm in need to inspiration.   

 

 

I've never seen that in my life.  I told Steve that I was heading on down.  I had to see that for myself.  my cousin is active in politics in that area.  If something fishy was going on, he'd need to know about it. 

 

 

That's when all hell broke lose.  My daughter started crying.  I noticed that she was dirty.  So, I got ready to get her into the bathtub.  She refused. 

 

 

Mike was here and he mentioned that he was heading out to go to my hometown.  In his next breath, he said something that freaked me out.  He invoked the name of my friend and called him a word that we reserve for people that are so bad, we do what we can to put them in jail.

 

Whenever he's called people that word, things get ugly.  I realized, in that moment, that Mike has to be the stalker. 

 

I mean, when I was in my hometown with Thomas, just a block away from where Steve was located, we were stalked by Mike's sister and her fiancé. 

 

I was heading out to my hometown to go to a place Steve was visiting.  I love my hometown and it would be fun to show him all the hidden hang-outs in the area.  The truth is, I was terrified that we were going to get stalked again.  Especially with Mike knowing where I was going and his hinting at being jealous of Steve.

What makes it worse is that Mike's family lives within a mile of that location; maybe not even that far.  Let's see....they live ten blocks away (six blocks north and four blocks east).  So, they could be there in a matter of minutes. 

I guess he found a new way to control me.  He can threaten my friends. 

 

I stayed home. 

 

We argued. 
 

It was dumb.  I can try to talk.  I can try to negotiate.  It goes no where.  It just makes me lose my voice and my drive.  He wants me to stay married to him...without sex...without having an affair...without telling me what I'm allowed to do.  Asking permission of a man is stupid, unless he's prone to stalking.  If I live with him and do anything he doesn't want me to do, I'll get stalked and my clients get harassed.  That can get expensive.

And, you know, six years of celibacy has done nothing but made me a little bit testy. 

 

It's not going to work.  I can't fathom how I'll stay.  I can't fathom how to leave him without stealing half of his paycheck. 

 

He's going to have to cooperate with me on some level so that I can get a job.   

 

I hate this. 

After saying he was going to my hometown and invoking my friend's name, I'm seriously considering that restraining order.    What the hell is that about? 

 

I could always cheat on him and force him to divorce me.  That would be mean.  I don't do mean very well.  I prefer assertive.  Mean isn't me. 

 

It is so weird. 

 

Old, mangy, threatening politicians don't scare me.  A 500 pound dude does.  He can't outrun me.  Why am I scared of him?  

 

What the hell is my problem? 

 

Love ya,

 

S.