It's been a while, hasn't it? The following post seems a bit more freaky (maybe it's just me) if you were to read this post about my previous limbo state.  Wow, a lot has changed since I last posted here. I've just finished reading some of my older posts and realized that things are dramatically different around here now. You see, shortly after that post my son decided he wanted nothing more to do with us, thanks to the girlfriend from hell, he moved in with my father and stepmother who proceeded to cut him off from us in every way possible. We haven't spoken to him since May 20, 2011. Over a year and we've missed his birthday and holidays that we'll never get back. Shortly after his departure my MIL died, my former best friend married and I've never spoken to either again.

That is the short story. The long story has been roughly a year of trying to get over having my child break my heart and trying to somehow pull my marriage back together. Life has revolved around the husband and the girls, now ages 17 and 8. Since my son's departure my husband and I focus mainly on the girls and improving their existence since both had taken a back seat to the melodrama of my son and his girlfriend. We attended concerts, had holidays, went to ball games and reconnected with my husband's family and some of my family who had been M.I.A. for quite a while. My mother is still vicious, manipulative, and thankfully absent from our  lives and now my sister, father, and stepmother have followed her exit as well.

My life was smoothing out.

A few months ago I hooked up with my cousin that I haven't spoken to in roughly 20 years. No falling out, no ill will, he just got the hell out of dodge with his wife and child and made a life for them far away from here. He lives in Portland, OR. I've lived in California most of my life, well, except for those 2 years I spent in Colorado. I don't dig California nearly as much as I used to and God knows with my family as crazy as they are I've wanted to create my own Witness Relocation Program more times than I can count.

Guess what happens when you put those kinds of thoughts out there? Life has a funny way of bringing you things... Now I have to decide how good those things may or may not be. My cousin retired doing the same work my husband does now, which is strange because it's not a common kind of job. On the phone last week he tells me he can get my husband a job in Portland "easy." All I have to do is get him a resume and he'll "float it around" up there and see what comes up.

 Me:

Followed by:

I've made my big move, and I'm now hanging on the East Coast where it's hot as fuck and overloaded with humans.
I love it.
That being said, I moved out of Stepmother's city, state, and goddamn TIME ZONE, but the cunt wad can't let me go.
Months ago, I deleted the bitch out of my cell phone, she never called anyway, and if I need her, I'll slit my own throat.
But, she didn't delete me.
The following is an exact quotation of the text messages she sent me.

Unknown Number: Perhaps you want to consider returning (name retracted) check for the bed to her. It really wasn't yours to sell and I think it would be rotten to take advantage of such a sweet lady.
Me: Who is this? The bed was mine, and I would have brought it on my move if there had been space to do so.
Unknown Number: You know who this is... your a little too old for games. Funny thing is I have a receipt for the bed with my name on it. Technically what you did is called theft :-)
Me: I had removed your name from my contact list. The bed was a gift, according to my father.
Unknown Number: Again, I would encourage you to do the right thing and return her money. GIVE her the bed for all she has done for you.

1.) It was REALLY hard for me not to correct their usage of "your" instead of "you're". And I just love the little smiley face after the subtle accusation of theft, really I do. I thought I left this school yard bullying tactics behind when I got out of grade school, and that woman is certainly old enough to have left those things behind four or five decades ago.
2.)I did sell my bed. I was just going to leave it there, someone offered me $200 for it, and I said "okay".
3.) I promptly sent the messages along to He Who Made Me, and asked him, politely, to get his wife the fuck off my dick before I figured out a way to rip her head off from hundreds of miles and a few time zones away.
4.) I think her getting cancer was just karma's way of paying her back for being such a rotten cunt.