It's Ex's birthday today.
Have I blogged the part where Ex is engaged to M arta now, the woman I (we) worked with for years? The woman I went to grad school with, knew her before I knew him, have known her for FOREVER? I was kinda freaked out at first about the engagement. Apparently they had a pact that if ever they were both single etc.; they made that pact while he was still married to me. Feckless AND mean. Welp, better her than me, I concluded.
Today, M took Ex to the garden store for flowers for her garden that he gets to plant as his gift. He hates flowers. She also has umpteen cats and dogs and makes him talk babytalk at them, during video calls, if they're naughty, like barfing into his shoes. TJ told me all this today and it was the best laugh I've had in a long while.
I'm lying here in my extremely barricaded home, trying to feel safe in my own skin, starting to write a story.
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Premise: Two women who were intimate friends long ago and for years, after much mutually known trauma(s), one marries the ex of the other and proceeds to gaslight him into believing he loves pets and flowers in slow motion torture, one garden bed shat in by a slobbering dog at a time death by a thousand papercuts type deal ...🤣
