Red Rival

If Ex girlfriends were a make-up tool, they would be a bikini wax... Not the professional waxing by a trained spa tech that yanks it all off quickly with minimal pain but the do-it-yourself, home wax strips that have to be reapplied and ripped off of your skin again and again only to follow up with a tweeze session. Too graphic?

Car Boy's Ex-bitch has just about plucked my last nerve. After hacking into my personal Facebook, and threatening me via word of mouth, I decided to send her a very personal message by updating my status to the following:

"’LipSmacker’ thinks that stupid bitches need to stop Cyber stalking us and read this: HE DOESNT WANT YOU ANYMORE YOU STUPID COW! If you try anything again your ugly ass is going to jail where it belongs!"

Too harsh? Nah!

Anyway, Car Boy got a text from Bitch Face's brother the next day. She was bitching that I had sent her a nasty text. I didn't want to confess about the Facebook message so I simply denied that I had sent her a text or voicemail as she has also accused me of doing. Needless to say he was still quite upset.

I have to admit that Car Boy’s reaction was a little ironic in the since that it was him that had sent her a nasty text from my own phone several nights before.


After Car Boy told me that Bitch Face had acquired a list of addresses associated with my name and was on the brink of a witch hunt, I decided to deactivate my personal Facebook and change my cell number in an effort to put an end to her ridiculous Cyber-stalking. Since she has several active warrants on her record, I warned Car Boy that I would enlist Cop Brother the second she tried anything else. Unfortunately, seconds before I could complete the deactivation process, Bitch Face sent me a FB message – a copy of which was sent to my email:

“If he doesn’t want me anymore, then why is he still sleeping with me? Looks like you are getting mad at the wrong person, don’t ya think?”

I knew the instant that I read her message that she was full of shit but the human in me couldn’t help but wonder for a brief moment. He is gone a lot and often out of cell phone range, however, I can easily account for all of his whereabouts. I also know, as mentioned in my previous post, that just last week she was knocking on his brother’s door demanding to confirm that Car Boy was NOT living in Mexico as we had led her to believe.

Regardless of the facts, after talking with a few people that knew Car Boy’s history, as well as a long conversation with Car Boy himself, I do not doubt his faithfulness to our relationship.

This, unfortunately, does not solve my issue with Bitch Face.

I’ve had to warn my family about anyone knocking on their door, asking questions about me as well as scouring the internet to remove any available personal information about myself. Total-Pain-in-the-Ass!!!

If I truly cared enough to take her out, I would have her meet me somewhere and then conveniently have the cops show up in my place. It still blows me away that a year later, this stupid, disillusioned bitch would think that Car Boy would take her back after all of the drama she has caused him the past 6 months! Are girls really that psychotic? Does she wear a vial of his blood around her neck? Dig thru the dumpsters that she lives in for his hair clippings???

I guess I’m just too normal to understand!

Do any of you, my beautiful readers, have any stories like this that will make me feel better about my situation?