In the interest of not being a mega cunt bag, I will not go into GREAT detail...but I enjoy it when an ex that has wronged me in ways that are inexcusable gets his just desserts. And this happens 9 times out of 10. I have a great belief in karma and when it rolls back around, it tastes like the chocolate covered strawberries my mother sent me for Mother's Day...like a slo-gin fizz after a long day...like a corner brownie with chocolate frosting...like a strawberry mojito with my buddy Sheart...too much? You get the point...it's delicious!
But when the bad karma is on you, what's it taste like? Probably poop.
So when my ex calls and says that he is lonely, I do not take pitty. Because I believe it was brought on by his love of money (especially other people's money) and his pride in his awesomeness (which to be quite honest isn't that awesome).
When my baby-daddy (oh yeah...I went there) calls and is having trouble with the old Canadian hippie (I'm hippie in all my awesomeness...she's hippie in a patchoulli scented yuck bag) I have nothing but snide remarks this side of "Well, the grass is always greener isn't it???" When he asks if I have room "in there" and I ask what the fuck he's talking about and he says "Your pants" I enjoy telling him that he had his own room in there free of rent...and he chose to vacate the space for an older, less enjoyable space.
When the injun calls and says he can't get me out of his head, I take great pride in saying "I don't know what to tell you about that". I do not add the side note that in future relationships he should probably not take so many liberties on a person's garage door, as this tends to make someone not care if they're on your mind, no matter how good you are in bed. (See previous statement about not being a mega cunt bag)
Will I go to Hell for this? Or come back reincarnated as a port-a-potty? I don't think so. I believe that it's my reward for going through all the ridiculous shit they put me through...which I will detail at another time. Because I'm sure someone can get some enjoyment out of my misfortune.
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