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Monday, August 20, 2018

On Me, Men, and Meshugenah

Hi, Dear Sillies,

How are you? Please say, and say honestly, that you're doing fine.

Life is meshugenah. This means "crazy" in a fun, Yiddish sort of way.

A lot of excitement has ensued in the aftermath of my breakup with Dude Three last Fall. No worries if you don't remember the story. I'll catch ya up. And because I don't have a real photo of them, I borrowed this resemblance from google images.
Here's the cast of characters:

Dude Three - latest boyfriend. Our relationship lasted approximately 7 weeks. I know. It's almost a new record for me. But when he proved himself an angry, mentally unstable man, I called quits.

Skank - A neighbor and a friend, initially. Note that I don't judge women who sleep around. I envy them. But this one gets the nickname Skank because she made moves on Dude Three while pretending nothing was going on, when I spoke with her about the breakup. She then announced her new love for him on FB with a photo of them holding hands. Next, weeks later, he moved in with her. Down the street from me. Note 2: We're all in our fifties. Note 3: This story falls under the genre of nonfiction.

Me - sexually repressed, not-wanting-to-settle-but-routinely-and-naively-settling me. Yet I typically come back to the realization that my life is much better alone. With batteries.

   Months had passed since I learned of their coupledom. I grew tired of, but used to, seeing Dude Three's car every day and night. None of us spoke, though we saw each other regularly.
   Skank would continue to park her car next to mine, in a space that isn't hers. (It's another neighbor, Geezer's. More on him later.)  But I remained mature and well behaved. You all helped me with that. ("Be tall, Robyn." You advised. I thus stood as erect as my 4 foot 8 inch stature allowed.)  Oh, besides the one time I shouted "Skank!" as she walked by my front window. (Damn Tourette's.)
   One morning earlier this summer, I stepped out to put a few items in my car. Skank was by the mailboxes, a yard or so away. She'd purposely been parking extra close to my car, making it difficult to open my car door. I decided enough time had passed, I'd be mature.
   "Would you please not park so close to my car?" I asked, in a polite and calm tone.
   Things got ugly fast.
   Skank dashed to the carport to show me that she'd not crossed an imaginary halfway mark. "Look! This is halfway! See this line! I'm not over the line! Geezer lets me park here! I'm not in your sp--"
   I opened my car door to demonstrate my lack of space. "I can't even open this without hitting--''. My door hit her car, proving my argument.

   Skank's eyes widened. She grabbed her front door handle, opened and then slammed the door viciously against my car. Then again!
   Shocked and angered, my adrenaline soared.
   Skank had left a visible long vertical streak of paint on my car...to be continued. 

Hint: It gets worse.  

35 comments:

  1. Sigh.
    Sadly in too many parts of society Skankdom rules. I wish painful, incurable haemorrhoids on them all.

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  2. Too much drama, Robyn. Wishing you a smoother, more enjoyable path with just enough twists and turns to be fun and interesting.

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    1. Thank you, Wilma.
      That's all I'm striving for here.
      Some people invest their all into creating drama when one is an honest, bold person like me. It's a strange thing. Not sure why people attack the honest.
      Anyway, I hope you're well.

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  3. Oh dear. This doesn't bode well. But I hope you triumph in the end!

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    1. Thank you, Debra. I appreciate it.
      Sending good thoughts back to you.

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  4. Skank! My "tourettes" is acting up too......What a female douche. Ugh.
    So sorry you've had to live through and endure this.

    On a lighter note, my life is quite fine. Thanks for asking and I wouldn't lie to you. Come hide out in TX if you'd like...then again, you probably wouldn't like - a lot of orange here. Sad! Very Sad.

    Take care my friend!

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  5. Dear Robyn, you don't need this aggravation. Withdraw, please, and let this "eliza" foul up her own life. You're important to me and she doesn't need any help that could end in hurt to you. I know it's hard right now, but please, think peaceful thoughts. Feel the future; there's love in it.

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    1. Dear Geo, thank you, dear friend. Noted. Working on it. Yeah, that kind of crazy is scary. As a bit of a spoiler, and because they're interested in all my writing, I have a good lawyer, along with integrity and honesty in my favor. I'll send a personal message to you soon - been thinking of you. Sending more love and well wishes.

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  6. Beware of skanks parking cars!!

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  7. Almost makes one want to burn her house down so she'll move away. People like her need to get a grip.

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    1. Yep, everywhere. Met way too many this year. Ugg.

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    2. The world is getting madder and madder - they're even in Canada. I bet they started in my neighborhood and moved up North. Sorry, Pat.

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  8. Long ago a friend of mine broke up with his volatile, alcoholic girlfriend. A few weeks later he had a new woman over to his house for dinner when all of a sudden he heard a crash outside. His ex was ramming his parked car with hers. She didn't get too far away when the police stopped her. Hell hath no fury like a skank scorned. Be careful, but come up with a good revenge that she can't trace to you.

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    1. That's awfully scary. When there's alcohol use/abuse thrown in (as there is in this case too) the fury hath grand, erratic potential. I've got friends, and I keep them close. Thanks, Jono.

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  9. I usually try to avoid violence, but... I hope you shot the bitch.

    I just had a great weekend, by the way. Spent two days at a comic convention meeting people whose work I've admired for 30-50 years. And a female friend who changed jobs and I don't get to see anymore was texting with me yesterday, and she said she hoped I'd have a day as great as I am.

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    1. Sweet. I'm glad things have been great for you, Silver. You deserve it.

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  10. Whoa. I know people are giving you sound advice regarding the mature thing to do. Hyper-aggressive escalation is the only thing occupying my brain. Things like, "smear dog poop on her car handle," or "pay homeless people to camp on top of her car, you know, for warmth," or "mail anonymous letters outlining infidelity on either part, also for warmth," or "create dating app profiles with their real information so people are knocking on their doors at odd hours." But I'm sure you did something that won't result in legal recourse, right? I hope you're more mature than I.

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  11. She sounds a little...unstable.... I hope things didn't go too badly. And I certainly hope things went in your favour!

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    1. Thanks, Martha. Yeah, I hope she gets the help she needs.

      Be well.

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  12. Wow! Sounds like she may have some mental problems. If dude number 3 is in to her, be glad he's out of your life!

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  13. Oh my. So sorry you are having to deal with this, Robyn. I hope that eventually this comes to a peaceful conclusion. The Google image made me laugh.

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  14. She really is a skank! Perhaps it's time to punch her in the mug.

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    1. My area seems filled with a lot of what I've been calling "lower elements."
      Thanks for dropping by, Pat.
      I appreciate you.

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  15. Oh dear - that's the problem with stupid people. They can only be themselves. A shame they are so close. A reminder to me too, not to 'soil on my own doorstep.' The next I get tempted getting too close, or chastising some idiot near me. Where-ever you go... there's some idiot. Can't avoid them.
    I hope it gets better after it gets worse.

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    1. Haha. You make me laugh, and I appreciate it. It got better, Anthony, when I received a nice surprise in my mail today. Thank you.
      Truth and smarts win out in the end - so we must believe. That is, it's getting better. xo

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  16. Oh oh, when dealing with unstable skank usually means one leaves the scene shaking like a leaf. I have been in situations like this for different reasons, but I always felt like I was not heard and the scene was labelled “personality conflict.” I despise that when I know I am fine. And I am being serious right now, but no one can see the bitch for who she was...In the end, I hope you got your space back

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    1. Thank you, Birgit. Yeah, when you stick with what's true and insist on not being bulldozed, you're labeled a problem. It's a crazy world, isn't it? I didn't take the space back. She's very wide - she can have it. Plus, she's scary crazy, and they want me to keep fighting. I'm too important for that. Be well, friend.

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  17. While I'm all about the "taking the high road" this SKANK needs to be bitch-slapped. How dare she! PUH-LEASE tell me the problem was taken care of. If not, I may need to take a few days off and pay her, I mean you a visit. hehehe kidding. not really kidding. Be well Robyn!

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