My ex was one of those people who talked the talked.
Notice I skipped the walking part.
He was good at yapping his mouth. Add the fact that he was also an asshole, and you get what I like to call a yaphole.
I speak in the past tense because I haven’t talked to him now in 5 years, but I am just naturally assuming that he hasn’t changed a mother fucking bit.
Ooo, damn Mer! What a mouth!
Have you ever known someone who is full of shit? Not just the regular kind either, but complete and utter bullshit? Like everything they say could be taken as truth possibly, yet instead you cock your head to the side, eyebrows raised suspiciously.
My ex is a topic that I have stayed away from here on my blog these last 10 months. There might be a few posts about him floating around. I am not much of a link dropper, mostly due to laziness.
When I wrote of him, I would either cry or get angry anyways. Emotional pain is, um…painful. So then I would stuff it all back inside, where it could fester some more.
But I am damn sick and tired of hearing his insults in my head. I want him to go away.
It’s time for me to write it out. It is time for me to find the humor in my past with him, and then let it go. Finally, I feel ready to do this. To be able to look at an abusive relationship in a satirical way takes time, or is just not doable for some people. I am able to look at life in a comical way for the most part, although I have my days where I can barely crack a smile let alone a quip.
But in the end, it usually comes to save me, good old sense of humor. Buddy, old pal.
It is just my way of processing. I have been processing for almost 12 years, and I know that in order for me to find some peace I must open the closet door. I need to face the demons head on. I do this in therapy once a week, and now I have decided to do it here. If you decide to read, there could be triggers.
It could make you want to hire a hit on him, or shake your head at what an asshat he
Either way, I hope you follow me on my journey.