You Know How I Do

So sick, so sick of being tired.
And oh so tired of being sick.
Willing and ready to prove the worst of everything you said about…

It’s been a full week now since Alice and I have talked. I don’t know exactly how I feel about that. I guess the feeling is kind of neutral. I lack care in either direction, but that doesn’t satisfy my innate curiosity on the situation.

Part of me has a bit of anger and resentment. One of our worst drag out fights happened when she was with Brian 24/7 while the man of her life [that's dripping with sarcasm] was locked up. I did a lot for her. I treated her kids as if they were my own, I was there with her when that shit with her husband broke out, I was a friend. I was honest, I didn’t sugar-coat shit, I treated her the way I expected to be treated.

What is going through her head right now? She told me less than a week before he was out that she told him that she would never choose him or any man over any of her friendships. I didn’t believe her, but still. She gets him out and doesn’t go to even contact me until I text her about the money she owes me. She gives it to me and then not a word since.

I’ve thought about doing a lot of things. Spite comes naturally. Contacting her landlord to tell her about him living with her. She does that background check and out the door he goes. Messaging her mom or sister on Facebook with the links to all his charges. Alice said her mom knows the truth about Charles. Alice wouldn’t know how to tell a truth if it depended on the lives of her kids. I’m not exaggerating. I could write a novel, a thick novel, on all her concocted tales and webs of deceit. She’s not good at it so it would be an easy write.

When I first began blogging about Alice, I told you I changed the names of people I respected. My respect for her is in the negatives. Her name is not Alice, it’s Brittany. One spiteful thing off my list. I know, it’s so small. That’s probably all I’ll do as Brittany tends to create her own hell rather easily so let the shit hit the fan naturally. If he hits her, it’s what she wanted so who am I to try to stop that?

So obviously desperate, so desperately obvious.
So good at setting bad examples.
Listen, trick, I’ve had all I can handle.

Forgive & Forget

I kick myself for not having come up with this first.

I kick myself for not having come up with this first.

Not only do I have a certain level of skill in bitchcraft, as defined in the above image, I also have a finesse of pissing people off who(m?) inadvertently pissed me off. *This is not to you, Cranky G, I feel I know you well enough now that if you pissed me off I’d say it to your face. I actually can’t figure out if that is a who/whom situation back there.* With that little asterisk disclaimer, I also realize when something pisses me off I have a tendency to put it on blast. All this makes me who I am. If we ever become Facebook friends and you “like” an image I disagree with, since I obviously cannot comment since you didn’t share it, I will post it and put a message on why I disagree with it. I’m just nice like that. It gives me the opportunity to let you know how I feel since you liking it pushed it into my newsfeed, essentially making me feel better that I was able to share my thoughts, without antagonizing you into a debate. Seriously. You should be thanking me for that. Case in point:

Why is everybody always picking on he?

Why is everybody always picking on he?

My devout religious friend who(m?) I love. I have known her since I was 6/7 years old and went to church on Sunday with her. We may have been more into the lemonade and sugar cookies, but hey! At least we were there; AMIRITE!? She liked this image and with it came a message on how parents are lying to their kids and that we should only be teaching of Christ‘s birth. I get that, you wouldn’t think I do, but I do. I understand Jesus is the son of God (no, I didn’t just Google that.. sheesh) and should be celebrated during the Holidays. It may not have helped that this post was from an anti-gay marriage page (yes, my friend and I are opposite sides of 2 coins that come from 2 different countries that somehow became glued together. That’s what friendships are made of — er, maybe just mine.), but my friend LOVED Santa Clause. It was the magic of belief and for her to have grown up into this woman who(m?) now believes (going to push the boundaries here) Santa is the devil (thanks, Water Boy)?? So, of course I debo’ed the image and posted it with a message basically stating that the belief in magic is just as harmless as the belief in miracles. We still message each other and have a pretty good long distance friendship, but she’s become used to my hardly subtle retaliations just as I have grown used to her Romney minded, anti-abortion, anti-gay rights, put everything in God’s hands all the time and drop His name is every conversation ways.

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Playing with fire here…

Say hello to Dipshidiot there on the left. That is a beautiful tree he and Alice picked out, but I am sorry to say it fails by design. Is this what all redneck Christmas trees look like? I think Charlie Brown did a better job.

I haven’t spoken with Alice since she rescued Dipshidiot from the horrible confines of jail. On Saturday I went to pick up my money from her, but I chose not to see his redneck ignorant ass (he makes rednecks look bad) and stayed in my car making her bring it out to me. We didn’t say a word to one another except me a ‘thanks’ and her a ‘you’re welcome’. Really, in her language it’s your welcome. So I am done. I haven’t deleted her off FB just yet for current purposes unknown. Possibly to see if she posts anything about Dipshidiot other than a distant profile shot.

I am actually kind of enjoying the fact that she’s not texting or calling me. So here is me forgiving and forgetting the saga of Alice & Dipshidiot:

Sheesh, it's pretend. Don't get your panties in a twist now.

Sheesh, it’s pretend. Don’t get your panties in a twist now.

 

 

Prego Project: Voicing Violence Award

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I’m honored.

Jet @ Sustainably Single Parenting was sweet enough to grace me with such a prestigious award. Why prestigious? Because it stands for something so very important and that is voicing Domestic Violence so we can make more people aware and hopefully become a society that doesn’t have to put up with living like that. Do we want our children to grow up and experience what we have as the generation before them? I wouldn’t. So thank you, so very much, Jet. I couldn’t be more honored to receive this since I have known domestic violence all my life. More on that soon.

PREGO PROJECT RULES

  1. Kindly thank the person who nominated you, and provide a link back to their blog.
  2. Attach the Prego Project Award presented by Prego and the Loon to your site.
  3. Provide a bit of hope and inspiration for those currently dealing with domestic violence.
  4. Nominate some other bloggers whom you feel deserve this award!

My Story(ies)

When I was very young, I can remember our apartment in Virginia, but I have no memories of my father ever being there. I don’t know why. He was absent relatively often due to his career and his alcoholism. He was military — Navy branch so he would be deployed on sea duty for 6-9 months at a time. This could be the reason.

When we were able to afford living in a house they had what I referred to as our “big” home built. I was 6 when we moved in. I do not remember how old I was when the first incident happened. The first incident I had witnessed. My father was obliterated and had been watching some football game down stairs. I went to sleep in my mom’s room so I was upstairs with her watching TV. My father comes into the room and wants to show her some stupid mascot and my mom keeps saying no, that we are in the middle of a show. He changes the channel and my mom gets up to change it back and when she gets close enough to my father, he about coldcocks her. Fist to face. Her glasses break. And just as casually as he came in, he walks out.

Another night, I am right next door playing with my friend Jason whose grandparents live next to us and I receive a call from my mom. Her voice is shaken, I can tell she’s been crying and she is telling me it’s time to come home now. I knew what happened because it was always worst when they went out drinking together so I told her I wanted to spend the night. I knew I wasn’t allowed to spend the night with a boy so I lied and said his sister Becky was with us. My mom reluctantly said OK.

After the first time, I couldn’t keep it together the next day at school so in gym class I had a breakdown and the gym teachers pulled me into their office to find out what was disturbing me. I told them. I kept repeating not to tell my mom; since I was a small child I always knew how easily embarrassed she was. In all honesty, she was an enabler (co-dependent) and didn’t want to lose everything so she did what she could to keep it together. I was scheduled to see the school counselor every day. I learned about alcoholism, domestic violence, everything.

My mom left my father when I was almost 11 and my sister was almost 16. We drove out of the neighborhood I loved August 16, 1996. I’ll never forget.

Two and half years later, my father went completely sober and was in AA. My mom decided to take him back and I flipped. I didn’t know that man. What I knew of that man was scary. I didn’t want to live with him again. I actually had written in my diary shortly after we were settled, “I miss Virginia terribly. I think I always will. I don’t miss my father and I’ve never felt so free before. I am happy they are divorcing.”

I found a little black book hidden underneath my mother’s mattress. I was a sneak since the day I was born. I opened it and read each date and time and the actual events that occurred. The only times I actually witnessed the violence, it was fist to face. When I wasn’t home, it was much worse.

She needed me home that night and I had refused.

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My former friend Nicole was in an abusive relationship in our late teens. He was controlling, volatile and sometimes physical. He wouldn’t hit her, but he’d shove her and leave hand marks and bruises on her arms and legs. One time he was so disturbed he told her he was going to kill himself and told her not to worry “sweet angel” because he’d be taking her with him. They had been arguing and her had her pinned to the floor when he said it in this eerily calm voice. The first time I ever rolled was at their apartment and when she was in the bathroom he told me if I wasn’t her friend he’d bang me. Talk about ew. Then later when we were on the balcony and he eluded that he had her under such control if he could make her crumble if he wanted to — basically destroy her. I told Niki that if she was to keep seeing him, I was done. She’d call to talk and once she’d start about him I’d tell her I didn’t want to hear it. No one did, so eventually she was able to break it off and be done with him.

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Alice, I think, is full of shit. She told me how she once got attacked and almost choked out by her father. She also told me that a former boyfriend once took a pool stick to her when she refused to have sex with him. I would think things like that would deter her from this choice to be with Dipshidiot, but either those were falsehoods or she’s more wrecked than I thought.

I didn’t want to have anything to do with my father after what he did to my mom. If he attacked me?? Hope you don’t mind having children who will never have anything to do with you again. Ever. No, though. She talks to him and I have heard her conversations with him, it’s a very close relationship. I know every one’s relations with their family is different, but I find it hard to respect my father so I’m not always the kindest to him. I come by it naturally.

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Jorge was controlling, he wanted me isolated. We’d have blown out arguments. He got physical a couple of times. We were a recipe for disaster. He’s the only abusive-like relationship I’ve been in, but if anyone tries to tell me it was abusive, I will defend our relationship. He’s the only man I ever loved, so far. I know getting out of relationships like that are not easy. But if you walk into one willingly, like Alice, I will think you a dumbfuck. No doubt.

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A man who has a domestic violence rap sheet is a man to be wary of. It is not often that women do actually call for help, so really it must have been bad that the woman not only called 911, but took the man to court and proceeded in pressing charges. He can tell you she’s a crazy bitch, the system is messed up because she only had a surface scratch on her that he doesn’t believe he even made. But it’s lies. Especially if it’s from 2 different women and the man is an alcoholic.

Public records are easy to check. Google is your best friend. Something fishy? Throw him back.

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I don’t want to seem sexist, so I will also say that men out there also need to be wary of women abusers. They are out there. It can be embarrassing to go to authorities because she’s a woman, but don’t let it continue. We need to stop the violence from both parties, so swallow your pride and let someone know.

This also goes to violence between lesbian and gay couples. Women to children. Men to children. Children to parents. Stop the cycle.

NOMINEES

I need your help. In the comments section, if you’d like, please bring forth to me those who speak about or have personal experience with domestic violence so I can pass this award to them. I’m not trying to make you do the work for me, I just don’t know anyone in my reader that talks about it all that much. & I don’t want to assume someone has when they have not. So if you could be so kind so I can pass on this award and spread even more awareness, I’d really appreciate it. I’d like to do all I can to stopping the violence.

I also want to give an open invitation to any and all who’ve lived with Domestic Violence, grew up seeing it, or are currently in a situation to email me if you want. It will be completely confidential and I am just opening up if you need someone to talk to. I know what it feels like to be living with a dirty secret. My email is combat5babe[at]gmail[dot]com.

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Searches, Dipshidiot, and Rantage Oh My!

2012-12-07 to Today

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quotes about being wide awake 1
twilight women fake porn 1
Unknown search terms 3

You Being There: Is this a song lyric? Who is you? Being where? I don’t know how searching works. Could one person have searched the same quote and clicked whatever link to my blog twice? Or are 2 different people searching the same thing? Is it a new movie? I’m so confused. Did my blog give any kind of answer? Curiouser and curiouser…

Quotes about wide awake: That’s obvious. One of my posts’ quotes Katy Perry’s Wide Awake song.

Twilight Women Fake Porn: Again!? My last psychiatrist appt. my psych was talking about a 20-year-old man he knew that liked Hentai (anime porn) and he was going with that along with some other things about him like playing WoW all the time and having absolutely no social skills because he was born with Asperger’s. Now I don’t know a lot about that stuff other than my nephew’s particular case so don’t go getting your panties in a twist now. But my psych (obviously gay Asian man — age wise 30/40′s) couldn’t understand why anyone would like cartoon pornography. The story behind the reason he was telling this is quite sad and tragic so I suggest you skip this part if you’re sensitive in any way. The 20-year-old man has a 16-year-old sister. The 16-year-old sister has some troubles, but nothing mental in the terms of Asperger’s or developmental delays. She is quite promiscuous which would be putting it lightly. She got her brother to pleasure her. Orally. And they were caught by the parents. The 20-year-old guy is actually a patient of my psych’s. He is being tried by the biggest prosecutor in our area and ironically the prosecutor’s child is a patient of my psych’s. So the prosecutor who trusts my psych completely and doesn’t believe this kid should go to prison wanted to know what my psych thought and my psych wanted to testify in the kid’s defense, but the defense attorney thinks that would do more harm than good so he’s not allowing it. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but what got him to talk to me about it was my upper back piece is an anime zombie chick in a school girl uniform holding an axe behind her back. Yes, I am a badass. I feel sorry for that whole family though.

NEXT!

Dipshidiot is out on bond and don’t you know Alice bailed him. They are now spending time with his parents like one big happy family, minus her kids whom are with her mom currently. I was going to have her drop the money she owes to me today, but I have plans this evening and she is staying with her happy family until about 7/8 o’clock. That interferes with my own plans so I told her that I would just pick it up tomorrow morning. I’m hoping he is there so I can ignore him. Not even look his way. And if she invites me to stay and hang out I keep imagining saying, “I don’t think I should as hanging with wife beater’s could give me a bad rap.” My mother tells me to not do anything to set this man off as I live on the same street as Alice and he knows my car. She’s probably right, but it would still feel good to be a little shit like that.

LASTLY!

Snowbirds need to go home. Yes you read that right, I said it. Why? They don’t know how to drive. Anywhere. They don’t know how to U-turn, work a 4-way stop, or even figure out who has right of way in a parking lot. Excuse me, if I am driving down the main drag of a parking lot and you are going to be coming out of a row, I have right of way. You must wait until I clear then you may exit that row onto the main drag to go elsewhere in the plaza or leave. You honk at me and nudge your car forward like you want to hit my car, you are an idiot so do the world a favor and get off the road. You have to stop and wait. Fucking deal with it. California, when you get the green arrow for a U-turn, you do not proceed to go and then BRAKE FOR NO PURPOSE causing me almost to rear-end your freaking hooptie and the person behind me to almost eat my freaking tail pipes. What is wrong with people and lights anyway? It turns green, you accelerate to go through. You do not freaking coast, do you not see the line of cars behind you that also have a right to make it through that light if you’d just drive through it like a decent fucking driver. If I let you in, I let you go because I am being nice, not because I have to — acknowledge it. Do a little wave, or a smile, or a nod.

If you are in a store, do not stand in the isle looking at something. That is a pathway. Pick the fucking item up and move out of the way. Is that so much to ask? Also learn to say excuse me. If I can say it, so can you. And if you cannot talk because you are deaf, lightly tap someone’s arm. Deaf people already know this. So to you old hags, do not bump your cart into me. To you old men, do not try to squeeze by me. When someone holds the door for you, say thank you! Or smile and nod. What the hell is so difficult about that?

You do not have any manners, you do not have any decency, and you are overtly inconsiderate — go home! You’re taking up space and you’re rude and you make traffic hellacious. We have no use for you here — except maybe your money… but other than that go up there and deal with the cold like you rude people should be doing. You’d match that weather perfectly. It’s as hot here now as it usually is in the summer so I have no qualms in saying I cannot wait until summer when all you rude people head north.

Have you not heard of Southern Hospitality? Look it up, maybe you could learn something.

An Ode to Dipshidiot

You’re sick. You’re sick in the head and I can see it. I see it and it makes me sick. Writing this now makes me feel like I need to hurl, but I refuse to hurl over you. You’re not worth this Ode. You’re not worth the bars on your cell. You’re not worth the shit on the floor. I hope you’re enjoying those sexual favors you’re giving and receiving. You deserve a good ass rape. It takes a punk little boy with daddy issues to have to knock around women to feel powerful. To feel in control. You have no control. That’s why you do what you do. You manipulate. You’re a user. You abuse and mistreat.

Alice doesn’t deserve the treatment you will give her when it is time you deem she take it. But let me say that Alice is no better. She’s better than you, but she’s no better than the choices she makes and the choice she had made is seeing you. Seeing you even though I have shown her all the truths. All the truths you masked, but unmasked with your name — have you not heard of Google or County Criminal/Court Records. The evidence really of what I picked up the moment I heard her talking with you. The moment I laid my eyes on you. The moment you looked at me from the couch and I saw. I saw in your eyes all I needed to see and I dug in my heels and my view of you didn’t budge. I knew you were wicked. Your eyes validated you were demented. Your demeanor and temper just bubbling beneath. What I didn’t know then, but found soon after is that you knew before you met me that I had no use for you. I knew you were bad news before I knew what you looked like. Alice even told you before we were ever in person, that I had dubbed you. I dubbed you Dipshidiot. I wasn’t intimidated and that you could see so the next time we met you had to change your tactics.

You weaved the webs of the same shit deceit that Alice had empathized and ate up so quick. Apparently one day on your birthday you came home early from a job you had in the Bahamas. Only to find your wife in bed with your best friend whom was the best man in your wedding. Boo-hoo. You lost everything; your boat, your house, and your kid. Your reaction was quick as you beat your best friend to an inch of his life and had to pay well over $63,000 in medical bills. Well I am not Alice, I have smarts, you beat anyone like that and Prison is where you end up. Do you find me dumb that
when you tell me if you could do it over you would have killed them both, and say this with such malice then only moments later ask me why women go back to the men who abuse, I would not pick up that you are a scumbag douche? There was no best friend or affair or such, just the fact you beat your wife and ended up with a restraining order 2 days before you met Alice.

But it’s OK because I relinquish Alice since she’s a grown woman and has the right to choose you over her kids. You win, aren’t you happy? You have a new punching bag that will cower to you now. Just in time for Christmas! I’m washing my hands of this.

Alice

Goodbye, Alice (Photo credit: Danny PiG)

 

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