Repeating History

Let me start this post by fully acknowledging I’m an idiot who clearly hasn’t learned from the past. Do you remember a post I did in May 2015 called Skulls are Softer than Poles? In that post I explained that I lost my temper at work kicked a post, broke my toe. You know because I’m an adult.

Last week at work after dealing with a menopausal bitch driver and a co-worker who has no understanding of time, I lost my temper. I didn’t kick a pole this time, apparently, I learned something. However, I did kick a large yellow grit container resulting in the same thing… I broke my toe… Once again because clearly, I’m an adult.

Last time I forgot how to be an adult and melted down like Britany Spears 2007. I followed up by quitting my job. I decided no job was worth being so upset over. This time, I’m not sure what my plan is. My stress level was not helped by the fact I was forced into a situation I didn’t want to be in. Things that night were not the norm. That said, I am not happy where I am. 

Anyways, I won’t be making any life decisions tonight and it is time for some more pain killers and to get some sleep, because broken toe or not, I’m back in hell tomorrow. But before I go, I do have this question for you; What do you do to stay calm? Let me know in the comments below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

Christmas Eve History

If you’ve been here a while, you may remember Mr. X’s Christmas Eve spectacular; and if you’re new here I shall give you a brief synopsis. Christmas Eve 2009 Mr. X turned me into the bitch I am now. He told me he had feelings for me and there was something there. And then less than an hour later he decided he “just couldn’t” and vanished.

I’m not going to lie, that fucked me up….badly and years down the line I still carry those scars but at the same time I’m very grateful. That gave me a lot of strength and that was never more evident than last night when Mr. Block sent me a message that was flat out wrong and very low.

From what I can gather he was out drinking and he sent me this message “Come on it’s time to fuck me or leave me alone xx”. Before Mr. X that message would have had me tears, but now that message just enraged me. On what planet is that an acceptable thing to say to anyone, let alone to say to someone on Christmas Eve?

Now I could be over reacting given the day of the year and it’s not so pleasant history but I don’t think I am. I also think, if that’s the game he’s going to play, he can go die a slow painful death. I’m after an adult relationship and he keeps proving himself to be a child. And I’m just not interested in that.

Anyways, it’s Christmas so that's enough of that; I’m going to go and spend time with people who love me for me and not just for my vagina. But before I do, I shall leave you with a question; on what planet is that message acceptable? Let me know your thoughts in the comment below and as always, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo