dangerman

What a weekend...went to a party at a friends house, only to find she is friends with and had invited my ex's best friend, whom my ex had moved into my house when I deployed and then filed for divorce. She had all sorts of stuff to tell me, maybe clearing her conscience.

For instance, my ex-wife was indeed a dirty pirate hooker at the regular sausage clubs with another Army wife behind my back while I was deployed, despite me not believing it. I was basically paying the rent out of my paycheck, which she had access to (my fault, I know now). And to top it all off, when her friends asked if she was coming to welcome me when we landed from Baghdad, as every other Joe's family did, cause you we were 'supposed' to still be friends and she did 'love' me, she basically couldnt have cared.

POST NOTE: No one was there when I got off the plane and the band played on. I picked up my bags and shuffled off to my new roomates place.

Needless to say, I drank ALOT this weekend. Oh poor me, right? I am just so fucking "I-dont-know-what" all week that I just had to write it out. Thanks and goodnight.