SH*T

I broke no contact. I was walking to school to get my daughters, and he was walking behind me, talking on his cell phone. I walked faster, and he walked faster. I could hear every word; he was making plans to go out tonight with his posse of 50-something rich guys that always took precedence over us. He was talking to his friend, Ed, and I swear it was like listening to twelve year old girls talking.

N: "Did Tim call you? Not yet? I wonder if he's still at the game? Did he go with Jim? He said he didn't but I bet he did! He was supposed to have called by now! Call me as soon as he calls you! If he doesn't call in fifteen minutes call me back!"

OMG.

Anyway, I thought I was going to get to school before he reached me, but he came up beside me and said, "Want to get together later tonight?"

I know, I know, I know I should have ignored him but that phone conversation made my blood boil. I kept thinking about how my daughters's hearts had been sacrificed to the Devil for three years, but now the Devil was just going to dinner in a limo--on Tim's dime-- and probably to a VIP room at a strip club afterward. He wouldn't even have to bring his wallet or pay for a babysitter, because his whore/mother figure next door would gladly watch his child for free. I stopped, looked at him, said, "I'm sure Tim will be happy to lick your ass after he buys you dinner. Not as well as me, but he'll learn."

Then I spit at him and walked away. I heard him say, "Nice, honey." I didn't even feel better. All I could think about was him going out to dinner on a beautiful summer night with ANYONE but me, because he would have rather gone out with ANYONE but me.

I don't feel devastated, but I don't feel good. Power gone.