Snafu

Ex's....they happen, I know....but in my experience with myself I don't handle the presence of them well. Of course I've run into some pretty extreem cases of "the ex" in my time sooooo...ok so it can and has been me that was the extreem part, but I have my dormant jelousy to blame for it. I can hold it at bay only so long before it boils over and gets messy.

So the other evening whilst preparing to enjoy dinner with my super man, he recieved an unexpected phone call from his "pshyco ex" -nicknamed by him not me-. Of course ex's often become pshyco-ex's. Pshyco-ex is an ex girlfriend and not an ex wife by the way...my coping with the ex wife is a whole other thing, it's a non-issue really which is a blessed thing...non-issues are good issues....and the kids have a lot to do with it.....anyway.

He didn't answer the call but she did leave a message insinuating she had something quite important to talk to him about after almost a year of no contact. I hid my rage over the ex-call fairly well I feel...and tried my best to not let it get to me....allthough it did of course. Thoughts of pregnancy kept crossing my mind....for whatever female driven reason, I couldnt stop thinking this had something to do with pregnancy .....so I asked him how long ago he last saw her....did the math in my head....and came to the conclusion that unless she had a 3 month old baby, there was nothing to worry about.

Well this was Tuesday. Today, Friday, while on the phone with 'The Man' he says to me "uh I think pshyco ex just pulled up, lemme call you back"

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so of course I threw on my hat and headed for my truck, texting him as I went "let her know she's about to meet me".

My PMSing pshycosis of my own kicked in to full gear and my territorial, primal lioness urges came out of hiding on the 10-15 minute drive to his office. I supressed any violent thoughts and sauntered into the building as collected as I possibly could.

And there she was....full blown cellular division of a female breeder.....pregnant as can be.....HAH! I knew it. After doing the math in my head again to make sure she wasn't going to try and pull a paternity card...all anger subsided and the wide eyed smiling face of my boyfriend mirrored the way I felt inside.

She had come to tell him what a good father he was....well duh ...bitch.

I'm personally convinced she's shopping for a good father, but she's a fool if she thinks she has a chance with the best dad on earth....his kids get to take that prize...not her kid.

So it was anti-climactic for my evil and jelous inner self...which is good...very good....allthough I would have loved the oportunity to say something mean and cut-to-the bone....but really....how satisfyingly mean can one be to a seven month pregnant woman.