Just Another Manic Monday, Rainy Days and Mondays Always Bring Me Down, Monday Monday … Pick any old song about Monday and I’ll run with it. Today is my least favorite day of the week. Monday was named after the moon or “Moon Day” and is astrologically thought to affect one’s mood. I’ll buy that. My mood on Monday is usually not in the “happy just to be alive”category. Today is no different.
I’m still sick so that is already a strike against my mood. Can I please just be done with the coughing-so-hard-I-wet-my-pants phase of this crap?!?! UGH!!!
OK…Sick rant over.
House rant commencing…the deal fell through, the contract was broken and my house is back on the market. Grrrr! I’m wondering if the buyers found out that Skank had been here and were afraid of her cooties….I wouldn’t blame them. Anyway, I was kind of lulled into a false sense of security and was already window shopping for new stuff for the new house etc…..screeeechhhhh! Those brakes just got stomped on…hard! Back to clearing out for last minute showings and possibly setting up for another open house. So bummed about it but, nothing we can do but start all over and get this bad memory sold. I hope it is not as hard to get rid of as Skank is.
Speaking of Skank. This is the good news…only it happened yesterday so Monday still sucks 😏. Will fought with himself and determined that his boundary was still his boundary. He decided however, that the Skank believing that she was so important that the boundary didn’t really mean anything was a situation that had to be managed and managed quickly. Will absolutely did NOT want to call her as he can’t stand the sound of her voice and I think he felt that a call was somehow more personal. He chose to email her. I include the entire email here.
“I’m really angry that after all this time, you chose to break a well-defined boundary of no contact. There is no work-related issue important enough to ever contact me directly. I need to state again that nothing in my past, nothing between us, ever meant anything. I am an addict who was living in addiction, and you were easy and available. That’s it…nothing more. The thought of my past actions disgusts me. The people I acted out with are part of that disgust. You are part of that disgust. I don’t know how I can make it any clearer. I am trying to get as far away from my disgusting, gross past as possible. You are part of that disgusting, gross past. Do not ever contact me again, not through email, phone, text, or mail. There is no need to respond to this email. Just honor the boundary that I have put in place, because it sickens me when I see your name or hear your voice.”
He did not address her by her name and did not sign it. I think he did a good job. I think that even someone as dense as Skank will figure out that he is ashamed of the fact that he ever looked at her twice. As for me, I am glad that he got angry. Will rarely gets angry and I honestly don’t think that he has ever gotten angry at someone for hurting me or my feelings. So…this is kind of a big deal. I am glad that he chose to protect me in this way and also hold to his boundaries. I think that he is also feeling somewhat empowered by his action. That he did not passively let Skank break a boundary with no repercussions. He showed her that he meant what he said. No contact means no contact.
Now….if we can just get a home buyer to understand that a contract means a contract….