Bitch nailOkay, so this may be an on-going thing.  Cage and I are living together and since my divorce, this is the biggest step I’ve taken.  I’m still anti-“m” word and so is he.  However, he will say, “We’re not getting married, yet.”  The yet is what gets me.  There’s days, yes, I fantasize about being Mrs. Cage Wade.  If I said I didn’t, you’d all know I was lying.  I just know I’m still so fucked up inside, I don’t think it’d do any good.  Of course, the grueling, soul-sucking, redheaded, psycho, bitch-whore is still a constant fog looming over us.  One day, he’s not talking to her anymore because it’s not fair to me, then a week later, they’ve had a conversation and it was ‘necessary’ but I can’t read the conversation because it’s been deleted.  Not to mention I got accused of carbon-copying his text to his emails.  Like I’m not smart enough to carbon-copy to me if I want to read them.  Doy! Anyway… The oldest girl started talking to the ex too.  Actually asked me if she could invite her to her choir thing at school.  Um, no.  I’ll probably go to jail.

Speaking of the “Step kids”, the oldest (13) has been stealing.  The middle one (12)  just got suspended for fighting.  I try hard not to ‘Parent’ them, cause I’m not their parent, and the last one they had, treated them badly.  The youngest one (9) is susceptible to me, but can be viscous with words to be so little.  She doesn’t remember her life with her real mom at all and she was the most loved of the three by the evil step monster.  Why, might you ask, does this woman still come in and out of the picture?  Hell if I know.  The fights are coming more often and most of the times I feel blind-sighted by it.  I’m told he’ll never talk to her again, but then, “Oh, hey, I text her and let her know so and so got hurt.”  WTF?!  REALLY?!  If they are such good friends, I’m sure he called her too.  They aren’t causing I bet he knows she’s a soul-sucking bitch.  Judging by the stories I’ve heard about her, she probably tried to sleep with him too.

Yes, Cage was my high school crush.  I have fantasized about kissing, hugging, touching, and making love to him since I was 15.  It’s all been well-worth the wait.  However, how long am I supposed to wait to be the only woman in his life?  I’m not talking about the kids in any form.  I mean the ex.  She walked out on him.  She cut him out for 5 full months, now she won’t leave him alone.  Maybe that’s what I need to do.  I should become a mean bitch.  I’ll quit my job, start drinking at noon, mistreat his kids, and physically abuse him.  He should love me that much then, right?  No.  And that’s a fucked up thing to think.  I can’t help that it does cross my mind.  On that note, I’m out.

xoxo,

Em

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Emerson Braddock

Hello people! I am Emerson and I am a geek. I enjoy making people laugh and don’t mind being the butt of the joke. Though I usually make others the butt of jokes. Well, enough about butts. I have two kids who are my whole world and are commonly referred to as Luke and Leia. My love life is laughable and I don’t see an end to that any time soon. So if you think I’m pathetic, just keep reading what I write cause it gets worse. You may end up feeling better about yourself.