Sunday Night Blues

Well, another week end has come and passed, and I am just drained. The kids were with Troy, but Steve and I had Abby while trying to empty his (rented) house of all his belongings. When she is by herself, she is generally pretty easy to live with- the mouth gets sassy some times and there are moments of only-child demanding-ness- but I could have used a little down time. And his landlords came to change the locks immediately after we left! He had to tell them to slow down, since my step-mom is going to clean for him this week, but it is almost as if they did not intend to give him his deposit back. Not cool.

And what would a week-end with Steve be without a little ex-wife drama? We went to get Abby Friday night, and were told she would be next door at her adult brother's house. No prob. BUT (and there is always a BUT with this woman,) when we pulled in the adjoining drive, her new man's car was running in front of the house, most certainly to make sure Steve knew where and with whom she would be this week end. Bear in mind the 'new man' is her ex-slutting buddy's soon to be ex-husband, and her coke dealer. The older brother told us Abby's bag of clothes were still in the other house, (go figure,) so of course Steve had to go in and get them. Then out comes Steve- followed by the ex and the new man, whom I will call 'Jason' (no offense, Kara!) who are toting a case of beer and a bottle of something with them. Typical.

Now. This woman, who truly believes she is God's gift to mankind, is a very BIG girl- I am talking tall (5'8"+) and broad-shouldered with some serious tree-trunk legs. I have been told that, once upon a time, she kept her weight down to about 125 (with the help of speed and diet pills!) but she is certainly nowhere near that number now. She gave me a coy look, then the two of them sped off into the night for what I assume was an evening of cheap alcohol and white-trash lurve. When Steve got back into the car, I made a catty comment about them being a match made in heaven, and he replied mockingly, "Yeah, I thought they weren't seeing each other!"

If he actually believed that, I have the proverbial bridge to sell him.

Since breaking up with the Charles Manson lookalike in November (after he blacked both her eyes and nearly put her in the hospital,) this is at least man #2 to have shared her bed. In my neck of the woods, this is what we call a 'slut,' children! And he and Steve used to be pretty tight friends (and not the first one of his 'friends' she has slept with, either!) They have even commisurated over being married to two of the easiest women in Christendom on occasion. Don't know what this Jason is thinking- but, as I explained to Steve, the man is vulnerable right now, and he needs someone to take care of his kids while he works. I guess they are perfect for each other: he is getting a free babysitter (though I would think twice about letting her near my kids after seeing the way she treats Abby and treated the other two in the past!) and a piece of ass, and she is getting her coke for free. She can be charming and pleasant when she wants to be- a true cat, the youngest of three and 'helpless'- especially when it suits her purposes. She wants to get married (before we do, I am sure!) and this appeals to not only her need for revenge (it's a long story,) but also her need for drama.

God help us. She is a true piece of work. I'll be sure to entertain you with more stories later, though you may not believe them for all the stupidity and drama involved. Scout's Honor, folks: only the names have been changed, to protect the innocent!