it's a small world and it smells funny

[the_siobhan]

The Epic Purge (A phrase that, now coined, immediately reminds me of one of elixxir's euphemisms for one of her bowel movements) continues to eat the house. I have stacks of things sitting around in massive Don'tTouchThatI'veJustSortedIt piles that must be skirted carefully so as not to fall over and eat the sofa. I keep telling myself the piles are getting vaguely smaller. I've been posting dozens of items to a couple of the local freecycle groups, craigslisting more stuff and Goodwilling the rest.

One of the things that has been driving me mildly around the bend that so few of the Freecycle people show up to claim the items they claim they want. It's free, get off your asses people.

I admit that I tend to be a lot more understanding about delays when the item is something large, bulky or hard to transport - like the desk I just gave away. It was still sitting on the porch when I came home from work the day it was supposed to be picked up. I got an email that night from the woman who wanted it saying she had come by with her boyfriend to get it but that it wouldn't fit into the car he was driving. His SUV would be out of the shop in a few days and she would come back.

So they were in the neighbourhood today and she rang my doorbell. I helped her haul it down the stairs while the boyfriend - who apparently suffers from a herniated disc - waited in the car. As we were wrestling it into the rear hatch he got out of the driver's seat.

The Evil Ex and I looked at each other and said, "Oh.

...

Hi,"

Once we had the desk in the car we made the barest minimum of polite chit-chat before I bolted back into the house. Which is a shame because she seemed quite nice, but I wasn't sure I could maintain the facade of not calling him an AssNugget in front of her for more than a few seconds. As I was leaving he called out that he would email me. I agreed - mostly because then I could call him an AssNugget not in front of her and make it clear that No I Don't Want To Hang Out With You, No We Are Not Friends. Quite frankly I would prefer to do it in person, but I have social rules about bitching people out in public.

Mind you, she could probably tell. Poker face is not one of my super powers.

(For people who have only recently entered the ongoing saga of my ridiculous life - this post is about the Evil Ex.)

Comments

[strang-er.livejournal.com]

You know, the scary thing is that i can see a little of my younger self in those stories - not the actual scenarios, jealousies etc, just the "so insecure i can't help but be a cockhead and not even know it" aspect. So glad i'm not that me any more.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I suspect - even though we've never met in person - that you would be at least be open to the possibility of discussing your behaviour and getting input from the people it's affecting.

One of the reasons I mock EE so much is that he never admitted fault or responsibility for anything in the entire time I knew him. He once hit a post or something while driving and the first thing he did was turn to the person in the passenger )who just happened to be my mother) seat and say, "That was your fault."

[(Anonymous)]

The very idea of someone saying that to your mom makes me very angry. Then again, I can see her bitching this guy out, and that makes me smile.
Glenn says he can just picture her saying something like "..so I had to kill him."

Jenn*

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

yeah, they were Not Friends after that.

[strang-er.livejournal.com]

Ah, denial - first line of defence for the chronically insecure. Been there, try not to revisit.