i think I may need some type of spiritual cleasing or a priest or maybe an Italian witch to say that prayer thing.
I must have been one horrible bitch in my past life because karma is really gunning for me.
I try very hard to treat others as I would want to be treated while playing a game of cya.
So a brief summary: dogs go to vet, one is fine, the other needs almost all of his teeth out.
Ex husband takes me to drop off the dog for surgery. Then decides to tell me our prior agreement to file for legal separation in January is not good. He needs a divorce because his new girlfriend can’t morally handle dating anyone that’s separated.
Truth I have 3 months before I know if I need a hysterectomy. I told him I will not sign it until I know…..then my irish came out, along with more curses than I’ve uttered in years. I asked has she been married, is she at least an adult…. The answers no never married and she’s 8 years younger than him.
To me all bets are off…. He owes me money, a large sum and if I can’t recoup it in health insurance I’ll find another way.
He said a couple of things that stuck with me…..put me on edge.
So I looked at her fb profile, linked to his, because….. She’s an adult.
Yeah, right. 2 kids, 2 different dads, never been married and still lives with mom. Another thing, one of her kids is under a year old. So is it his????
He timed this conversation well. We were on a highway and my initial reaction was, honestly, to punch him. I stopped myself in time. Last thing I needed was to kill us both.
This man never wanted kids and now all of a sudden he’s a father of 3? Wtf?
Then the weird stuff started. Emails for password changes, messages from strange people I’ve never met, that feeling of someone watching.
In the past his father has been known to hire less than reputable private investigators. And one of the things that he said was basically a threat. So within 3 hours of our conversation all this stuff starts happening. Some can be pushed off as freaky coincidences, but I can’t take a chance.
I contacted a lawyer and I have a plan and time frame set in place.
Back to the dog. All of this is going on as I’m at work under an amazing amout of pressure….meeting after meeting, Sir traveling to see me for the weekend and the vet is not calling about the dog.
I call at 4….. Pick him up at 5:30. Ok, 2 minutes later a call back, no he needs more time. That’s bad, my gut sunk, pick him up at 7:30.
Ok I can still make this work. Pick up the dog, get him home hop on the train meet Sir at a swingers party. Can’t play, smell like a damn whorehouse still, but I’ll have wine and socialize and put on a fake smile if needed (I carry one in my back pocket lately).
Me and a work friend get to the vet….we wait and wait.
Called into the room and the doc comes in without the dog. (Fuck) turns out his bone was infected and one of the rotten teeth was holding it together, so he has 3 teeth left and a broken infected jaw.
They bring him in high as a kite and all he wants is to kiss me. I was crying feeling like a peice of shit for not taking care of it sooner. Every 2 days I have to bring him back to be checked on, if he doesn’t start to heal I’ll have to put him down and that will crush me.
So I never made it to meet Sir. He more than understood. Truth, these next days may be my last with my little drunken molesting dog.
At home, we stopped for pizza to go. Sir felt bad he couldn’t give him any and he looked too cute with his tongue out watching us eat, waiting for his little bit.
Then Sir knowing my stress said to go to bed. I went to take care of the clean up from dinner and after in the kitchen sir gave me good o’s and I sucked his cock and he gave me the belt across my ass to make the pain manageable. For the first time it didn’t go away, it just eased up a little.
A kiss and hug I layed down and my aunt called. I gave her a quick run down, then sleep.
Now work…..then back to the vet in the am.