No Thanks!

(Pfft… Bitch, please. He ain’t no prize… You can HAVE him!).

Years ago, just before I started dating Mr. Narcissist (*Steve), I met a guy called Paul. (I’m using his real name because I just don’t give a damn any more!). Anyway, he had told me he had been divorced for two years. Fair enough. We went on a couple of dates. I didn’t ‘fancy’ him, but thought he was an OK guy to have as a friend.

After the second date, I received an unexpected call… from his wife! The douche bag was married with a child, and still living in the marital home.

I got cussed out by his wife asking me how do I feel about being the other woman, by which I told her I do not feel anything at all because I am not the other woman. I proceeded to explain to her that her husband was the one that approached me, and told me that he had been divorced for two years. Why the hell should I take the blame for someone else’s lies? I then had to listen to how they had had a wonderful wedding in Sri Lanka and that they had been together for fifteen years. The conversation ended with me telling her that there are too many men out there for me to be sharing a married man and fighting over him. I haven’t got time for that shit.

Paul then called me whilst I was at work (filming in a cemetery – I remember this as I was thinking if I ever got my hands on him he’d soon be six foot under!), and proceeded to tell me that if I wanted to be with him, he would leave his wife for me. Yep, he went there. I told him “Hell no!”

I guess my response didn’t go down too well, because the pair stalked me for over a year.

Last year, Paul got in touch with me to let me know that he and his wife had broken up for good. Why would I care?

And the funniest thing after such appalling behaviour? He still wanted me to give him a chance!

 

(Blue – Me. White – Paul).

It was worth the wait to laugh at him, but no thanks. I’m not desperate! Bloody delusional fool! 😀

Facebook Message

So… I was on Facebook today, and I noticed that strange things were happening. Once it had sorted itself out, messages were starting to appear from last year. How odd is that? These are messages I didn’t even know existed. What is even more amusing, is that a message from a Cruella Develle appeared dating back to July 10th 2013. Upon reading it, I laughed my head off. Not because it mentioned my unfortunate cats, but because it was from *Britney. It goes as follows:

• Conversation started 10 July 2013

10/07/2013 21:44

Cruella Develle

i am quite pleased with myself, actually. more than you’ll ever know. considering the fact that whatever happened to your cats had nothing to do with me. it truly warms my heart however, that you thought of me enough to message me and try to make me feel guilty for something i could care even less about than dirt at the bottom of my heels. for someone who claims to be an adult, you sure act like a little kid who didn’t get her way. I’ve held my tongue for the past couple months. over every little indirect comment you put out about me. funny how if anyone were to look over my things, nothing would be about you. why? because I DO NOT CARE. I don’t give two flying fucks about you, Persia. do yourself a favor and leave whatever is going on with you and *Steve between the two of you. don’t think that you can drag my name through the mud like you’re trying to do his. it saddens me that a so called woman, especially of your age, would take the time to do such shit.

stop being ignorant and take care of your kid. the one you claim to be the most important thing in your life but you sit there and do such spiteful things.

i wish nothing but the best for you, mate. I, however, have more important things to worry about.

Good day.

 

Now, this message couldn’t be further from hurting me, because how things have changed for them since this message was sent. And boy, don’t I know it! It’s called karma. Let me just spell that out. K.A.R.M.A.

• At one point as you can see, she claims I’m trying to drag her name through the mud as I am trying to do with his. Funny, because she defends him here, after knowing him for just two and a half months, yet it was Steve who was telling me that she was the one who threw away my graduation papers amongst other things. He claims to have had nothing to do with it any of it.

• I wonder if she is now aware of just how broke he actually was financially, but worked his way around getting her to pay rent, etc by telling her he lost money because I closed the (negative) bank accounts? Yes, that’s right folks, he was supposed to pay for a accommodation for Max and I, but instead, went on a spending spree, acting as if he had no responsibilities to either of his children, and when the accounts ran dry, tried to claim (as well as trying to convince me, but it did not work), that it was all my fault.

• She accuses ME of bringing up things between her and Steve, when it was he who was trying to make me jealous with her. I mean, just days after they got together, I was minding my own business in the land of nod (sleeping), when my phone rang. I never used to have my phone on silent or vibrate during the night in case of emergencies. It was 02:30 – the early hours of the morning. Bearing in mind, I suffer from insomnia, so was lucky to fall asleep in the first place, when I answered it was him. Quite rightly, I hung up on his crazy ass and have had my phone on vibrate ever since. Not to mention just before that, he sent me a message (again, to try to make me jealous), asking me to pray for her as she was in hospital. I messaged back half asleep, asking him was he meant to send it to me. He said yes! I couldn’t believe it. He didn’t really care about her then and still doesn’t now. Steve’s sole purpose was to try and rub my face into the situation – forgetting or trying to ignore the fact, that I had ultimately, left him due to all the abuse. When he told me that the message was meant for me, I had to tell him that he indeed, was not normal! So, as you can see, he was the one bringing her up all the time in the beginning. Besides, she dragged her own name through the mud when she gained the not so lovely criminal record title of “Shoplifter” whilst pregnant.

• Clearly and extremely rude individual, she has to swear about how she doesn’t care about me. Honey, the feeling is mutual. I’ve never cared about you. nor will I ever.

• She tells me that I act like a kid considering my age. Right… That’s why she was prepared to be the other woman. Because according to Steve, he dumped me for her (even though I physically boarded a plane with our son to get away from him!). Not to mention “Date night with my soldier” or “My soldier and I”, I mean what the hell? I have proof he was going to be chaptered, but I saved his career. If he wasn’t much of a soldier when he was with me, and he was still active, hanging on by a thread, how the hell is a soldier now? Gosh, my face hurts from laughing so hard. Maybe she thinks that if I get a criminal record that will make me an adult? Need I go into more detail…? I didn’t just get my way, I got away!

• She tells me to stop being ignorant, and to take care of my kid… LAUGH MY ASS OFF! This is the same ‘person’ who isn’t around her own child. How is she going to explain to her daughter she wasn’t in her life, because she was too busy sleeping around with different men? Then she stops temporarily with a man who she believes left his wife and four month old son for her? What a fine example she is setting for her daughter. I have never left my son’s side, no matter how hard things have been.

• Sucking up what Steve is telling her, she believes I was being spiteful. She actually believes that I would take so much time out and channel it on her? Says the ‘person’ who moved in on mine and my son’s things the day before I was due to return to collect them. I’m just glad she had her face covered the whole time and Max wasn’t there. She is serious nightmare looking material. Scary…

• The thing she says she’s not bothered about are the deaths of my precious kittens, Oxanna and Phoenix. I am yet to write a post about them. So it warms her heart, eh? They’re in a better place, but she’s going to know hell from Steve. I’m sure she’s seen some of his true colours already, physical or not. Karma never loses an address…

A message to Britney: Yes, I am thirty-eight, and you are twenty-two, but I’ll always be more of a woman than you’ve even been or will ever be. Where you crave to be an army wife, I have been. You missed out on all the Military Balls, Events and so forth. But I experienced them all. And they were wonderful. Nothing was made up. I was even getting chatted up by other soldiers whilst with Steve and currently have a US Marine (amongst others) trying to date me. I can be and I am choosy. I can afford to be. How about you? You say you have better things to do, because you actually think I sit here all day giving all my energy and time into you? Don’t flatter yourself. I raise my son on my own, with no financial aid from his father – the same loser you are with. Now I’ve explained why I have better things to do. What about you? It sure as hell isn’t your daughter, is it? I bet you didn’t think for one minute that so much of you would surface. Guess what? People are so disgusted with you and Steve, they volunteer the information to me! Please feel free to check me out. I have a clean slate, yet I’m almost sixteen years older than you. When I was your age, I was graduating with  Bachelor’s Degree, started to travel and didn’t work in Waffle House. Also, you’ll be amazed by what I know about the ups and downs of your relationship. For example, you breaking up on January 22nd this year. You got back together of course, but was no longer engaged. This was less than nine months of you being together. And so the cycle begins and will continue. I’m out of it… but will you manage to get away? Only time will tell. There is a saying that I think suits you. “People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones“.

And don’t forget… I’ve already had your ‘man‘. You now have my leftovers.

So, to sum this up, good luck to you Britney. You’ve got a real gem of a man right there – NOT! But you know what? Unlike your ‘fake’ God beliefs (and by this, I mean you only look to God when you’ve done something bad, but still continue to do it anyway), I am a child of God. I will be there looking down on you when you fall – but not to judge, or  to say “I told you so”. Only to help you up. I’ve been there and you will get there too. No matter how long it takes, I will be here for you.

P.S. It warms my heart that you took time to send me the message. Thanks for thinking of me! 😀

(*Not their real names)