Mixing metaphors

"If you want us to deal with kids and the house in a polite and effective manor you should keep your smart ass mouth on a leash."

Okay, I'll just blog about your dumbass texts. I'd like an effective "manor," it would be better than the apartment I fled to when I left you.

And how does one leash a mouth, anyway? Shouldn't I use a muzzle instead?

Or maybe handcuffs to prevent me from texting back? Actually, that would work for him. But then where would this blog be?

You're so annoying when you text me

"Your so cute when you're mad"

And what about that grammar, anyway? There's no rule against using the same "you're" twice in the same sentence, really!

I'll be waiting with baited breath...not

"You are still the last...if that ever changes I'll let you know"

How do I opt out? I don't really need to know if or when he ever has sex again.

Too much to say

"You know how I was always bitching about gut pains it's was chest pains that I was having. I've been having baby heart attacks and I'm seeing the best cardiologist in Colorado and he doesn't know what's going on. I'm on a very high prescription for blood pressure but my heart rate is still through the roof and I've been dropping pounds like no tomorrow. It just sucks I know I'm never going to get to know J*** or be there for D***. S*** wants me to give over custody well he is still young he already lost a little sister which was very fucked up S*** knew the baby was going to have problems and still built his little heart up that he was going to have a little sister and it died two weeks after she was born then she left me to explain death to him. I'm not going to die unless they can't get my heart rate down. I'm sure they will figure something out but for right now it's putting a great deal of stress on the rest of my organs. There's not a day that gos by that I don't think about how bad I fucked shit up. I know it. I know I'm a peace of shit for not being there."

Um....'nuff said.

Kinda creepy

"You looked really cute in your glasses this morning :-) "

And later in that text thread (where I obviously ignored this comment)....

"I love you"

And even later...

"Goodnight sweetheart"

I really hope this isn't the beginning of a horror movie, because I know it won't end well for me!

We are soooo mature

"You are a poopyhead."

Well, you have cooties! Are you really wasting my life texting me something that my children wouldn't even say?

Oh and my response..."Yeah well you're suicidal."

Oh yeah, it's awesome alright!

My ex agreed to watch the kids for me one night. I sent him a text at the end of that totally reasonable conversation that said, "Awesome, thanks."

His response:

"It's 'awesome' that you and I have reduced my life to a constant state of crippling depression and loneliness manifesting in me going to bed at 9 pm every night and then still having to drag myself out of bed each morning when I would rather just lay there as long as it takes for my heart to stop beating...it's 'awesome'"

Wow. Laying the guilt on thick, are we?