Holy fuck!  I haven't been here in what seems like years!  Certainly haven't posted anything in a while. 

A couple of cool people from back in the day posted on my facebook recently, and it made me think of this cozy little hell hole.   So here I am, pulling another long ass blog out of my ass.

Let's see...  Well it's official.   As of July 27th, I am a happily married women!   As planned, we had a very small ceremony at City Hall, and celebrated with extended family and old friends the next day.  I had a really good time, ate some great food, caught up with some people I haven't seen in a long time, and got really fucking drunk.   Everything was awesome until my ex-best-friend, dressed like the whore she is, decided to show up.

I spent most of the night shielding her from the rest of my guests.   I didn't care that she didn't bring me a card or anything, but it kind of bothered me that her and hers decided not to bring booze for themselves nor cigarettes.   After the remainder of my Corona and an entire pack of my smokes, I was reminded once again, as to why I cut off most ties a few years back. 

If you look up psychopath in the dictionary, her address and phone number comes up.  I've never known anyone that was remotely as fucked in the head as this one.   No remorse, respect, regrets, or anything.  Just a complete snap case who would gladly punch your 90 year old grandmother in the face, for something as petty as a squeaky wheelchair wheel.   In fact, she took out her aggression on a patio stone that had the nerve to be on the ground in front of her foot.  She literally picked the thing up and threw it blindly.  Fortunately none of the many children (including her own) were in the way of the 10lbs projectile.
She spent much of her night flipping out because her Mr. Right had the balls to ask her to stop swearing at the inanimate object.  "It IS about me right now!"   After she finally calmed down and had another one of my cigarettes, she proceeded to petition my husband and I for a little swinger action.  Maybe she thought it was a gift, but I wouldn't touch that loose cunt with a 10 foot pole (which I'm sure would fit with room to spare).   I politely (in fear of my own safety) declined.  That's when the stories started to flow.  With my parents present, she proceeded to declare herself as my so called protector through out high school.  Apparently, people used to think I was like her or something, and called me a whore.  I don't ever remember her harming anyone on my behalf, but I can recall many a night where I was nearly raped by more than one of her dear bar buddies.   I also recall her sleeping with all of them (2 in the same day), after I managed to leave the situation.   Fuck.  I can go on forever about this piece of shit person.

However, I am fortunate she showed up.  To this day I have no idea how I managed to tolerate this monster.   But I'm glad she gave me that reminder as to why I stopped hanging out with her.  And this time I didn't even get molested, or in a fist fight with some strung out crack head guy (long story).  Seeing her, and the way she's ended up, it makes me more proud of my accomplishments.  It just brings confirmation to the choices I eventually made.   I could have easily hung around and gone down the same roads she did.

I didn't though.

I am happy, healthy, and full of promise and potential.  I have a good job, where I earned everything I have, not having to rely on or manipulate anyone to get where I am or where I'm going.   I have an amazing husband who lives to make me happy, which he does exceptionally well!  He loves me... and not some version of me that I pretend to be to get him to like me.  He is absolutely all I care about, and I am so fortunate to have him in my life. We're going to have an awesome life together!