What I AM allowed to say.

I write on line, obviously.  But I have learned over the years since I started blogging, that not everything needs to be on-line.  Since I started filtering what I blog about, (and by filter, I mean actually consider that there are other people involved in some of the stories I tell) I have seen the ramifications of that decision.  I don’t write here, every single day like I used to.  BUT. The quality of my writing has improved.

But I am a writer, and I have to write.  Every. single. day.  So I write a lot of stuff that stays off-line.  Yay for me because I feel so much better once I vent.  Boo for you all because, let me tell ya, you are missing some funny funny shit.

Sorry.

Last night things came to a head with Brian.  We had been talking still.  Yes, I don’t need you all to line up for a chance to tell me just how utterly stupid that decision was.  I get it now.  The details as to what happened are unimportant.  The actual words used in the numerous text messages that were flying back and forth between our phones at speeds high enough to impress our teen aged children is unimportant to the story.

What is important?

We finally found the straw that broke the camel’s back, and we broke that bitch’s back but good.

This morning, when I got to work, because my stupid phone wouldn’t let me do it, I went on Facebook, and blocked him (he had already unfriended me.  He’s fast at that shit) and then?  Removed him, his family, and all common friends from the girls’ accounts and blocked them too.  And before you all get up in arms about me deleting people from my girls’ facebook pages, I don’t care.

It was really about time.  Neither of us could move on as long as we were still connected in any way to each other.  (that? is me being diplomatic.  What I wanted to tell you was all the things I realized last night, but because I can’t block him, or his kids, or his ex-wife, or his friends from reading this…. I will have to *ahem* shut the fuck up.)

I will go this week and roll my cell phone and the girls’ cell phone over from his account to my own account and that? Will be that.  We will be done.  The ‘divorce’ will be final.

And just in time.  I’m meeting someone new next week for drinks.

HA!