I Wish I Could Just ‘Delete’ Everything As Easily!

In anticipation of the impending doom that seems to be in the forecast for my immediate future, I thought it best to make a few small changes. I have removed the photo of my husband and I from my About Page out of respect for him, his privacy, and what he would consider his good name. This frees me up from any responsibility I may have had to him to protect him from being recognized. I thought it best to make this move now, given that something is smoldering, fire is imminent, and I can almost guarantee he’s going to get scorched and I’ll be the torch. Discretion is not my best character trait when I’m angry, what little filter I may have had on my mouth and thoughts is now quickly unraveling, and I felt it best not to tempt fate any further than need be. “Hell hath no fury…” I do this only out of love for him and the utmost respect…you see. That being said, and the other being taken care of, I say let’s lynch the prick, shall we?

Okay, now this is where you thought I was going to drop trow and begin shitting on his parade right? Bad bloggers!… Just bad! Okay, I take responsibility for that one. I did set you up, didn’t I? No… not today. Not now.

I’ve decided with a little help from my friends that the worst thing I could do is let my emotions get the best of me. My mother always told me to pick my fights carefully. For those of you who don’t understand what that means…only pick the ones you THINK you can win. You won’t be a bit surprised when I tell you that I listened but seldom heeded that advice, and my feeling always was I can take a beating, but I have a hard time swallowing chunks of pride when forced to walk away (I must have a small throat or something). I truly would rather take an ass kicking from anyone just for the satisfaction of getting in that one poke and letting them at least know I was there. I would and have on more occasions than I would like to admit.  This, however, is different. It’s not just my pride at stake but money. I have to be smarter than the average bear Boo Boo. He’s got control over it and the assets we own, I need it, and making hasty decisions and pissing off the King completely is not going to get me any closer to the crown jewels. So for right now I’m going to observe how he’s playing the game so I can figure out his strategy before I make a move. ((Three cheers for the Bitch with the brilliant mind!)) Hip-Hip-Hooray!

I’m actually sitting here right now feeling more confident than I did went I first got on my blog this morning. I totally forgot that Pandora Patty will be here for a visit in two weeks. That bitch coming in makes my husband cringe like a doctor with one latex glove on. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he loves her…but you can see she “frightens” him. Why you ask? Well, picture a bully on the playground picking on one of the smaller children. He’s able to intimidate, won’t let the child leave when he/she tries to run, and they begin to feel there’s really nothing they can do to defend themselves and get free. Now up walks the bigger brother, shoves the bully with both hands on the chest knocking him down, and laughs as he and the younger sibling walk away. Got that picture? Good….cause that’s Pandora Patty! My husband is terrified of her because he knows that she loves me, she looks out for me, and if she so desires she can be persistent enough to persuade me to leave him. He knows this because together she and I helped her get out of a lousy 25 year marriage. Together we are strong and unstoppable. The problem is, we haven’t been able to get together for a while.

Actually, I find it quite comical, because he really has no room to worry. I wouldn’t just up and walk away from everything the way she did. Although there are moments it sounds tempting. I need to know I have something to get me started. I’m just getting too old at this point to reinvent myself again, going on nothing but Hope to reassure me. Although I do know when this happens I will be staying with her temporarily in North Carolina so I can lick my wounds for a short time, gather my wits together, and put a plan in place. I know this, and more important he knows this. At the most the only thing he has to worry about over this visit is that she will empower me by being with her, and when she goes back home he’s left with the monster she created. Still…let him stew in the juices for a while. Somehow I feel he owes me ‘at least’ that. Yep…a pound of flesh…..