7.23.2013

The saga continues....


So, I woke up to a fresh round of berating texts from Scotty boy.
Happy happy joy joy.
This is because he discovered that prior to giving him his phone back,
I deleted the contact information of  the women he was 
chatting with behind my back.
Oh, so sorry.

He was LIVID! lol
Oh, and I'm guessing he saw these posts,
because he was going on about now being publicly branded as "that guy"
or something like that.

WELL DUMMY!!!!

MAYBE IT IS *TIME* THAT SOME OF YOUR ACTIONS
CAME BACK TO HAUNT YOU!

HELLO???

*HOW* MANY WOMEN HAVE YOU HURT OVER THE YEARS?
*HOW* MANY TIMES?

YOU'RE *LUCKY* ALL I DID WAS DELETE SOME CONTACTS OUT OF YOUR PHONE!!!

CAN I GET AN AMEN????

He was all, "How do I know what texts you sent to people telling them God knows what???"

Well, I didn't send anyone any texts actually, but that's a great idea.
And I'm glad the thought of that is haunting him a little bit.

He was ranting about me being "CRAZY!!!" LOL 
This was my response...

Not crazy, furious. There's a big difference. And oh, you don't like someone talking about you behind your back? Doing something you don't like/might hurt you?  Does it hurt your feelings? Do you feel betrayed? Do you feel angry? Does it make you sad? Do you wonder how someone that claimed to love you/was your friend could do all of these things to you? EXACTLY. That is the EXACT point that ALL of this was SUPPOSED to drive home to your self-absorbed ass. The deleting of the contacts & whatever else. To make you sit up and feel as betrayed and "what the fuck"'d as I did. So that maybe you could get a tiny little dose of your own medicine. But yours is only with a few contacts missing out of your address book. Mine was with someone I love stabbing me in the heart & betraying me. Not exactly tit for tat. But it's all I had. So now for one final time, Go away. You're right, you're no Paul. I can honestly say, you've made Paul look pretty good & I would choose him ANY day over you. I am not crazy. Just really really tired of going through the same shit. And not willing to sit by & let it happen & be a doormat any longer. No mas.  

So, as you have probably figured out.  The purpose of these blogs is not to air my "dirty laundry" in public.  It is to teach one very, very selfish little boy who has continually hurt every woman he has ever touched a lesson.  He needs to grow up, stop betraying the people in his life, learn a lesson about loyalty, learn how to keep it in his pants, stop blaming his indiscretions on his "issues", stop blaming the things that he does on other people, stop faulting them when they get appropriately hurt and angry for him hurting them, and start learning how to love. 

NEVER PISS OFF A WOMAN 
WHO HAS YOUR PHONE IN HER HANDS 
OR A BLOG TO WRITE ON. 

and p.s...
STOP blowing up my phone.
Because if I have to change my phone number,
I will be a very angry woman.
And you wouldn't want me even agrier.
 Now, please go away.
Thank you.
 
lurve you, xoxo v.

1 comment:

Standing on my Own 2 Feet said...

AMEN! AMEN! AMEN!!!

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