Rising Up From The Ashes

I am a pretty straightforward person. If I like you, you probably know it. Same if I don't like you. Very few people fall into either category. Most fall into the vast chasm in between – where I don't care much either way.

I don't like to play games. I can be patient. I can be professional. I can be polite. I can, on occasion, even be friendly. Generally I go out of my way to avoid pettiness, cruelty and using other people although I must admit that some days I am sorely tempted.

There is a local kink group that I am a member of. They have regular bimonthly meetings that I have avoided for the last couple months due to pettiness and bickering that has been evident amongst the group. I had nothing else going on tonight and wanted to get out of my house for a bit so I decided to attend and see if things had died down.

I am so glad I did.

Turns out that I have been, at least indirectly, an active topic of conversation. Seems that in another lame attempt to get my attention the ex has been toying with various women in the community. Lying, playing games and using them to get his foot in the door and find out about me.

Great.
Just this morning I was telling someone that I hadn't had an honest-to-goodness stalker in a few years.

WTF?!?

If he had been willing to spend one-tenth of this effort on trying to make things work when we were still together we might have been able to salvage something. Now he keeps fucking shit up for me. Ass!

Why is it so many people wait until it is too late?

Dumb fuck.

I hate drama and now he is just pissing me off by casually hurting the feelings of people who fall much closer to the 'like' end of the continuum than he ever will.

I'd kill him but now I won't even get the life insurance money…