On being single. Yeah, I'm a dirty stalker

I'm okay with it and it has been the first true time I have been single in 9 years. I compare it to a prison sentence. One from which I have been released. It feels good being on the outside. I have been much more productive around the house. He used to do more housework than I realized. He did pretty much everything except my laundry. I'm much more involved and hands on now. Oh, FFS. I'd rather do the house work than deal with him. Alcohol has a funny way of doing that to a bitch. His use, not mine own.
It's quiet here for the first time in, well, 9 years. I had several epiphanies over the last few weeks, which assisted me in my decision to finally hold strong. A 2 hour long conversation with the Jersey Whore aka wifey who fell into momentary idiocy like myself. Listening to her pathetic ass cry and whine and whimper rang all sorts of bells in my head. I thought through out our whole conversation, 'what a pathetic ass bitch' and 'she's so fucking pathetic' and 'why can't she get herself together?'. Then I realized that all those very pathetic ass things applied to me. That was a sad and rather rude awakening. A couple other incidents, including police involvement and discovering via google search that I had a tendency to verbally (sometimes physically)abuse the fuck outta him made me think about how fucked up our situation really was.
Neither here nor there now, I believe. It's over and I am the fat-ass lady singing.
I cannot sit here and go over all the regrets. We make our own trouble in our lives. I made a mess of it in mine.
Instead of getting rid of the problem up front and the right way by getting rid of him, I ran around finding alternatives to dealing with him and his addiction issues. You don't get it until you have lived it.

So, he's already moved on. The Jersey Whore is not in the cards anymore and obviously neither am I, so that has introduced a new victim and fellow co dependent biotch into the game of life. Large and in charge Margie has assumed the role of lame duck to finish out the 2011 year and possibly ring in the 2012 year. Maybe a gentle giant (what with having the height of one)

or a radical ogre (like the one from Jack in the Beanstalk)

I have yet to determine what, if anything, will come of this new relationship.
Although the relationship is only a week and a half old (if that) Mount Margie has changed her facebook status from single to in a relationship. Yeah, I checked.
She has tagged her titanic form in his facebook pictures. Yes, I checked. She tagged herself in pics that were taken long before her relationship status changed.
That pic of him at the beach...yeah, she wasn't there.
Well she tagged her self in just about every pic except the one of him and his wife.
Yes, the wife. Long and sordid drama that I am not getting into here...yet.

Well, this evening wifey aka the Jersey whore signs herself onto Face Book and took that shit over. Now, I stalk for fun. She stalks for serious. She changed his profile pic straight away to flex her limp, wifey muscle. And she did it with a Jersey flair. To a pic taken of him and her on a trip they'd taken together. Ha! Touche, Jersey Whore. Touche.

A little glimpse into the fracas that I am so glad I am not involved in anymore.
Let Jersey whore and Mount Marge get to know each other and duke it out. I am sitting on the sidelines for this one...with pop corn. Ready to watch the fireworks.

SOM 11/16/11