Feeling: frustrated
Listening to: Caedmon's Call - Coming Home
Reading/Watching: goofy things, distractions

Go ahead and play dead
I know that you can hear this
Go ahead and fake it
Why can't you turn and face me?
Why can't you turn and face me?
Why can't you turn and face me?
Why can't you turn and face me?
You fucking disappoint me.

Passive aggressive bullshit.

Just trying to get him on the phone. Just trying to talk to him, to find out if he has received my tax return in his bank account. Trying to find out when he's going to give it to me.

If he's going to give it to me.

My mother urges me not to do anything hasty, like, say, reporting him for tax fraud. Says wait, be patient, be mature, have dignity, don't play his games.

I asked her how long I have to wait and be mature while he steals from me and commits felonies. Because really, there has to be a limit somewhere. Perhaps a $3000 limit, I don't know. I know I did bad things, I know I'm the villain for leaving and the bitch for giving up on a marriage. But come on. What's the time limit on my redemptive victim-hood?

End rant. I had a very, very good weekend, and there was a someone I met. A someone I can't really talk (or think) about as long as I'm wearing the wrong last name. So I'm once again ready for this to be over.

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