I hate to beat a dead whore, er horse, but what the hell...
It's been awhile since I've thought about The Other Woman (T.O.W.), and just when I think my anger has subsided, it rears its ugly head once again. I guess part of the reason I don't allow myself the luxury of fantasizing about her demise is that I've made a commitment to block her from my mind. Since I try to avoid extended conversations with J-Fed at all costs, it's made it a lot easier.
I keep our chats brief and to the point -- that way there's little chance or opportunity for her name to come up. This, and a shitload of alcohol, prevents me from thinking about her. I kid. I kid. I don't need any alcohol to erase thoughts of her from my mind. And to be honest, I rarely indulge in a drink these days, which is probably a good thing because if I did, I'd likely be egging her house and popping a squat on her front lawn. Hey, you only live once, right?
Anyways, all of the inner peace I've been feeling lately went out the door in a flash as J-Fed came through the door this morning. I'd like to report that the Fedster and I had been mending fences lately, but that's not the case. When we do interact, I'm reminded of what a self-serving, inconsiderate dolt he can be. Case in point...
Mr. Ex invited J-Fed into the house this morning when he came to pick up daughter. I had warned him about this -- no amount of garlic, holy water or crosses would be able to protect us now. Didn't Mr. Ex realize that once you let a g'damn bloodsucker into your home you're never safe again? Obviously, Mr. Ex was oblivious to the cardinal rule of demon slaying, and there was no denying that J-Fed was a demon.
So J-Fed was chatting me up as I did the dishes, and that's when he dropped the N-bomb. Somewhere in the midst of his prattling, dumb dumb points out he'd appreciate it if I were a bit "nicer" going forward... and by nicer, he was encouraging me not to be a total douche. Now, I quickly read between the lines. He didn't care if I was a raving bitch to him -- after all, he got off on making me angry. He wanted me to be a kinder, gentler Kiki when it came to THAT BITCH.