Well, I think Psycho must be about to win uncle of the year award or something. He got the most amazing presents for his niece and nephew. Of course the toddler got nothing. After the nothing she received for her birthday I wasn’t really surprised. Anyway, for his niece he got … a scarf … that had been displayed in his wool shop window for months … a free sample from some wool company! For his nephew he got … a woolly jumper … that had been displayed in his wool shop window for months … a free sample from some wool company! Stingy bastard! Hah. He’ll be loved. Of course the toddler didn’t really miss out at all. And I suppose that I should actually feel flattered that I have instilled such strong feelings in him, by doing absolutely nothing at all! I barely know him, and always tried to be polite (I’m one of these sickening people who tries to be nice to everyone unless given good reason not to be nice), and he responds by despising me so. Wow. Well done me :)
I just need to try and instil strong feelings of a different kind in someone who’s actually a decent chap now. Maybe complete adoration? Love? If I can do complete dislike, then surely I can do love? Project for this year, now that the toddler’s at nursery. Especially now the ex knows that I’ve moved out of the parents’ house. Hmm. He’s already threatened to pop round. Now I don’t mind him seeing the toddler once a week, but I’m not willing to do evenings as well. I like my me time. Hmm. And we’ve nothing in common etc. etc. There were good reasons for us splitting up. Aside from the borderline violence and the emotional abuse etc. etc. It’s not like we’re still really close friends or anything. We really don’t have enough in common to be close. Hmm. Not that we ever were really. We may have been friends before we got together, but we certainly weren’t really close. I’m not sure I’ve ever been really close to anyone, I tend to be a bit too guarded to let anyone in enough. And sure, I may actually have let him in a bit when we were together, but my experiences with him have only served to make me even more careful in that respect. So careful, I’ve started this blog. But I need to vent somewhere, and my diary only has limited space. Hmm.
Anyway, this post was supposed to be about the great amusement that is Psycho. I can only hope that he continues to be a complete idiot in the coming year. If I have to continue having anything to do with The Family, the least Psycho can do is keep me amused by being a complete moron. I like to think of it as compensation. If he has to maintain such strong feelings of outrage and hatred towards me, then he can provide me with endless mirth. Fair trade I think.
I was also somewhat amused by the news that as his wool shop is doing so well, he now actually has to go and look for another job. After denouncing the recession, claiming that there wasn’t one (not like there’s any evidence for it. People being laid off? Where? Bankruptcy? You’re having a laugh!), he’s finding it just a wee bit difficult. Hmm. Can’t say I’m surprised. This is a small town, and he is a complete nutter. He also takes arrogance to new heights. A charming fellow. Wonder how Doormat, AKA his girlfriend, will cope in the shop on her own? Probably have a ball without him breathing down her neck. I would assume anyway. Poor creature. She did of course try to leave him, but stays with him now because she’d be deported otherwise. Though if I had to choose between Vancouver and freedom, or this dump and Psycho, I know which I’d choose. Of course, my info all comes from the ex, and he may not be the most reliable source. Of course, he’d have me believe that Doormat is the root of all evil, and that Psycho is the poor put upon fool. Yes, us women, man beaters the lot of us. And of course, self defence is not allowed. Hmm. Needless to say, I did come to my senses there, and did a runner. No longer a doormat myself.
On a super positive positive note though, The Toddler started nursery this week, and she loves it. Three days in and she’s perfectly happy to be left there. I meanwhile miss her like hell. But I shall adapt. And the three toddler free hours shall be very useful. Shopping and cleaning shall be so much simpler. Yippee.
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