A Matter of Time

I’ve read Kat’s blog long enough to realize the dangers of a lover’s wife calling so I can’t say that I was surprised by the events of last night and I can’t say that I am surprised that of all of my lovers T-Bone’s was the wife who contacted me.

T-Bone and his wife have what seems to be knock down drag out fights. From his descriptions of her she sounds as mean as a snake. The ironic thing is that she is a school teacher and holds the minds of young children in her hands.

So last night just after I wrote my “Click of a Button” blog which really had nothing to do with T-Bone, he and I began to text. He had cancelled yet again on a meeting we had but this time I was ready for it so I just let it go. Somehow he made a comment about Angry Guy and how controlling he is. I responded with a text that said “Yours is not a marriage that I envy.” To which his reply was “What does that mean?” Now I’ve been trapped in these text wars before and I was heading up to bed so I didn’t want to get into it but basically I said that I have to do what I have to do to make my marriage work. I understand he has to do the same but just as I respect his marriage, he should respect mine.

I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t hear back right away so I went up to bed. The next morning I checked my phone. There were several missed texts from him as well as a missed call and voicemail. See, this is exactly why 1.Kitty doesn’t like to give out my cell phone and 2. Why I take it to bed with me at night now.

So the texts were actually from Mrs. T-Bone…I think. They said basically “this is his wife. Don’t communicate with him anymore. He said you were fat.” Lovely. So Mrs. T-Bone is one of those women who makes herself feel better by hurting other people. Kitty is not a bit surprised by this and if I were a different person I would have texted back “He said fucking you is like fucking the Grand Canyon.” But Kitty is just not that type of Kitty.

Now if I were counseling my 10 year old daughter which by the way that’s exactly the mentality of Mrs. T-Bone (a 10 year old MEAN GIRL), I would say “I will lose the weight but you will always be a dirty cunt whose vagina feels like the Grand Canyon.”

The voice mail was T-Bone just saying not to contact him anymore. Okay, no problem. For a minute I thought maybe he didn’t mean it and left the message to appease her. His voice was like the voices that the hostages used when they were sending messages to the U.S. from Iran back in the 80’s. But in all honesty I just don’t want to be around that toxicity.

I remembered all the phone conversations T-Bone and I had. I remembered all the whining he did about his aches and pains and what a mean cunt his wife is. I don’t remember him EVER asking about my day. He NEVER asked how I was feeling or what I wanted. That was never a problem for me because I knew that this day would come. I knew that if I got attached to T-Bone when we had to part ways it would hurt. The fact that he is completely self absorbed makes it very easy for Kitty to say “goodbye”. See, Kitty is learning. Kitty did not shed even one tear for this jerk who never gave a damn about me or my feelings. Really, he and Mrs. T Bone deserve each other. I hope they live a long and happily miserable life together.

And so…with the click of the button T-Bone is gone from my cell phone. He is gone from my Facebook. He is gone from my Ashley Madison. T-Bone is gone from my life.