I Just Called To Say...

Even after all of the years we spent together, J-Fed is an enigma to me. In fact, to this day, he never ceases to amaze, and oftentimes, amuse me through his actions. This last month has been no exception.

When I first arrived at my mountain getaway, the phone calls between us were short and not-so-sweet. He was very curt with me, as if he couldn’t be bothered. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand it. I found it painful, offensive and cruel all at the same time. In fact, he grated on my nerves so badly that I stopped even taking his calls… for a few days. And then I became increasingly angry. I felt like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction when she tells Michael Douglas “I will not be ignored.”

That’s right J-Fed. Hide your bunny cause Kiki has gone cuckoo. Ok, so J-Fed doesn’t have a rabbit. But he does have two dogs!!! Oh wait, he did have two dogs. I have the two dogs now and since they’re equally as peeved at their former owner, I’d be barking up the wrong tree if I did anything bad to them.

The point is I really took it personally that he didn’t want to talk to me. It was offensive. But then came the “family vacation” and we seemed to smooth things over. Once he returned home, he was back to being amiss and aloof J-Fed… until it came time to leave the country.

Now, the irony in the whole saga comes into play before J-Fed gets on the plane to London. He calls. I don’t answer. He text messages me. I don’t respond. It wasn’t a slight. I was genuinely busy. Then he calls me again and reads me the riot act about how I’m ignoring him and it’s not very nice. Who’s playing Glenn Close now?

But the fun doesn’t stop there. He calls and calls and calls.