Sunday, August 6, 2017

Moving On

I still have not seen my dad since they came back from Florida. He hasn't asked and I haven't offered. Although a few weeks ago I did drive out there and they weren't home. I sent him a text to see if they would be home soon and his (actually Kay) reply was, essentially, no. Then I receive a text from him (actually Kay) that says, "Love You". I simply responded with "Yep".

Kay doesn't realize that I know the difference between his texts and hers. Her "Happy Birthday" to me in May really irked me. I mean REALLY irked me.

I got into a text war with Penny and Jeff today. No big deal. I cut them both out of my life a LONG time ago. Mark too. I told Jeff that if he doesn't tell his current wife, who has two young daughters, that he's a child molester, I will.

I have been looking at opportunities for living and work and I think I have narrowed it down. I will not be telling ANYBODY when or where I've gone. My dad and Kay have made it perfectly clear how they feel about me and I'm not sticking around to feel their indifference toward me. Done. Done. 
Done.

And. Done.

I have cut off communication with Henry. I just can't keep putting myself out there for him to continue slamming the door in my face. He knows how I feel. I know what he's going through. I can't help him because he won't let me. Done. Done. Done.

And. Done.

My mother and I will always be on the outs. She won't ever admit what a whore she was. She won't ever admit what a selfish woman she is. Of course she won't admit it to my siblings. If for some bizarre reason she does, every single one of those FUCKERS better get down on their knees and apologize to me for saying I was wrong about her. Done. Done. Done.

And. Done.

My kids are still my kids although I have no idea if they are even alive. They have also made it perfectly clear they want nothing to do with me. Done. Done. Done.

And. Done.

Discovering the people I "thought" were my friends really aren't my friends, whatever. Done. Done. Done.

And. Done.

I cannot wait to get out of this place. I am dying here.

Done.

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