I'm not saying I'm a bitch. Strike that. I guess that's exactly what I'm saying.
Ever since J-Fed threatened to slap a big fat restraining order on my ass, things have taken a turn... for the better. And no it's not because of me. I've been my same old nasty self, full of piss and vinegar. J-Fed, on the other hand, has become a kinder, gentler version of himself. Apparently, he's either found God or he's joined a cult. I can't figure out which of the two it is.
Regardless, he's been quite the chatty Kathy, calling all of the time. Sometimes it's kid related, and other times it's about the big kid, the big kid being him. That's all fine and dandy. However, the poop hit the fan when I called him on Sunday, only to find that his phone was turned off.
At first I assumed it was because he was spending the day with T.O.W. (the other woman). I found it quite telling that he would actually turn off his phone in order to avoid my calls, especially since I never called. But apparently I made much ado about nothing since he informed me that his phone had broke and he'd spent the entire day getting a new one.
I'm not calling him a liar. Oh hell, yes I am. Liar, liar pants on fire. If it took you six hours to get a new phone, you've got a customer service problem like I haven't seen EVER. Seriously J-Fed. I could have a new phone for you in like 10 minutes, most of which would be spent transferring over all of your numbers, text messages and photos sent from your harem of women. Oh, you thought I didn't know about those huh?
Anyways, I'm sure he did get a new phone, but I have a hard time believing it took him ALL day.
I could go into how he tried calling me later that day a bunch of times, and when I didn't respond, he showed up on my doorstep, chewing MY ass. But where would the fun be in all that? Nah, it's far more exciting to reveal my payback.