Ok. So I had to write a journal entry about this. You know how you hate it when an ex calls? Ok, and you know how you hate it when an ex calls at a God awfull time of night... drunk? So I had "the ex" just call me and have a 2 hour talk about why I wasn't coming over to her house.... or for that matter why I wasn't getting back together with her. Yes she was drunk... and yes she started the conversation with me by proclaiming her love for me. And yes for those of you that know me... this is "that" ex.
Now I only have a couple of thoughts about this... that bare a close resemblance to a rant or five.
1. I am reveling in tha fact that she was the one that screwed the pooch on our relationship to begin with.
2. She still has the dogs... or should I say my kids.
3. I am so glad I just took abnormal psych. cause I got to psychoanalyze her, and I think I learned a lot about why we broke up to begin with.
4. I got reminded why I avoid relationships with southerners... they are psycho! ( Well save Apnea
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5. I think I am going to dose her with Klanapin (sp?) before we talk again.
And well to close, there was a certain person that helped me check my head after this exercise in surealism.
She rocks on all levels, and should get mad koodoes for not yelling at me when I called her at the time i did. 
Now I only have a couple of thoughts about this... that bare a close resemblance to a rant or five.
1. I am reveling in tha fact that she was the one that screwed the pooch on our relationship to begin with.
2. She still has the dogs... or should I say my kids.
3. I am so glad I just took abnormal psych. cause I got to psychoanalyze her, and I think I learned a lot about why we broke up to begin with.
4. I got reminded why I avoid relationships with southerners... they are psycho! ( Well save Apnea
)
5. I think I am going to dose her with Klanapin (sp?) before we talk again.
And well to close, there was a certain person that helped me check my head after this exercise in surealism.
She rocks on all levels, and should get mad koodoes for not yelling at me when I called her at the time i did. VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
As far as exes are concerned, I remember getting calls from them at all hours of the freakin night. Once, my Uber-Ex, (The Uber-ex is the one that shatters you. We've all got one.)whom I have since become friends with again, called me up to see if I wanted to go get dinner with her and one of her frineds. This was when I was still in the "wound-has-closed-but-has-been-replaced-by-a-gaping-black-hole-out-of-which-pours-venomous-rage-whenever-her-name-is-mentioned" phase. Come to think of it, you should remember when I was in that phase. I wouldn't let anyone refer to her by name, instead they had to call her "The Harlot". Anyhow, she called me up and asked if I wanted to go to dinner. What's more she wanted to go to dinner at my bar! I remember clearly what I said, like it was yesterday.
"Woman, we aren't friends! You can't just call me up like I'm your buddy! Aside from that, you can't even go there anymore! That's my bar! I took it in the split! Remember? You took the cat, and I took the bar and the friends!"
Now, in all honesty, the friends just took my side cause she was the one that fucked up. And she didn't 'fuck up' so much as 'dump me out of the blue for no reason at all', but it still stung. But yeah. I remember the drunken phone calls. I remember the sober phone calls. I especially remember the calls where she was sober, and called while I was drunk. Those were the best ones. Not that they all didn't suck, but at least I wasn't censoring myself during the latter kind. Stay strong, brudda.
And if you want, Wulf and I can trash the place before he moves.