Raise a glass with me! The weekend is here and life is grand 🙂
Got a call from the Narc tonight. I answered in the hope that it would soothe him enough to keep him from making a bonfire in the yard of my stuff.
It went exactly like so many websites say it will – he is so pitiful and repentant, he has “seen the light,” “had an epiphany,” “finally understands” what I’ve been saying all these years, blah, blah, blah. It was amusing, actually. The Hoover was on full blast, but you can’t vacuum this bitch back with the suction at your command, asshole!
He promised to abide by any “rules” I might decide are necessary to keep communication lines open. He is willing to take care of the rabbits so long as I do the grooming and buying their food. He will absent himself if I want to come get any of my stuff. Just please, please, please don’t ignore him. He understands that he needs to work on himself, blah, blah, blah.
I told him that I needed to work on my baggage and that I can’t do it while living with him and his baggage and that’s the way it’s going to be and, no, he will not be allowed to know where I live and there will be no more questions about it. His financial situation is his to deal with and there will be no argument about that, either. I will not be living with him. I will not be talking with him any time he wants me to. I will not be seeing him. I will not immediately respond to his e-mail messages. I will not be his to command in any way, shape or form. In short, I am in control of MY life and he is welcome to work on himself at his leisure and on his own.
End of story.
It felt good to call him a dick and an asshole and say that I don’t have to put up with any of his bullshit ever again.
He once told me that he knew me inside and out and that I would never be able to surprise him. Ha! He doesn’t know me at all. Never did.