By plot I actually mean big ole’ heaping pile of crap, but it’s just semantics, right? So I’ve been totally preoccupied with the new addition to the family vacay at the lake. SO inappropriate on SO many levels for this woman to show up, after 1 date and integrate herself in with TD and the kids. No, I’m not totally oblivious to the fact that TD could have put a stop to it at any time but is much to big of a pussy to do so. The man truly feels that being weak and going along with what others want instead of saying what he wants in order to avoid conflict of hurting anyone’s feelings (besides mine, apparently) is the way to go. In true GG fashion, I sent off an e mail to him last night at 1:15am calling him out on everything. The dates, the lying, the deceit, the inappropriateness, the fact that he never takes any accountability for anything. He responded back. And I responded back. And when asked if there was anything else he needed to tell me he said no. Oh, wait, there is that one other thing. Miss Stalker-Photographer (she’s hyphenated now), who magically showed up on property 2 days after they arrived, stayed for the next 7 days and got to spend all sorts of quality time with TD and the kids opted to extend her trip by AN ADDITIONAL DAY! Which means, of course, that the reason I didn’t hear a peep from TD on father’s day was not because he was running the scavenger hunt that his kids had so carefully layed out for him (with my help long distance, thank you), but that she was with him on the scavenger hunt! Are you fucking kidding me?
Anyway, I know this is the end of it. The combination of the lies, the new person meeting the kids, TD’s inability to own up to anything and all else has pretty much ended it all. And I realize I’ve said it before. I really do think I’m done this time. No, really. I can’t keep putting his happiness in front of mine. It’s retarded. And ass backwards. If he was really so concerned about protecting my feelings, he would have put his foot down and let NONE of this happen. That’s just not his way though.
So as he sits at the lake, with his kids and my suitcase, and the stalker lady is finally back home (that I know of), I wonder if I can get away with using him for a free vacation while remaining detached. Pretty sure I can. Pretty sure I need to get away somewhere. Pretty sure I can ignore his wants during the trip and do what I want. Who knows. I have until Friday to decide what to do. Check back around 2 to see if I actually get on the plane or not as I have absolutely no clue at this point.
On a somewhat related note, Match.com is having some sort of happy hour event tonight. Their 1st one in town and while I wasn’t going to go due to the ginormous amount of work that job #2 has opted to pile on us this week, I got a very odd invitation. One of TD’s female confidantes, a woman that he met as a potential date last year that didn’t work out, who was actually the one rooting for me last November and who I’ve always wanted to meet if only to thank her for being in my corner when she’s never even met me, sent me a FB message (fine, FB is good for some things as she found me in TD’s friend’s list) asking if I wanted to go with her. Now not only will this be a good opportunity to go out and hopefully meet a man or two, but I’ll actually get to meet my cheerleader. And finally be able to thank her. More importantly, to me anyway, is that I’ll finally get to find out what TD has really thought of me all along. I know what he’s told me all this time but have never had a clue what he’s told others. As I’m positive that he’s more honest with her than he is with me (in his lame way to protect my feelings), I hope she feels comfortable enough talking to me. After hearing from TD last night that his lack of truth telling in order to avoid conflict seems to be a regular MO for him, I’m left to wonder if he really meant anything that he’s ever told me and that’s a horrible place to be.
At the very least, this will either be a very interesting evening or a very soul crushing one. 😦 I’d rather know than not, ya’ know? ……….