I
had a dream the other night that I was supposed to be getting married. You ever notice that when you’re having
a shit dream you remember everything, yet when you’re having a great dream your
so happy, but you cant remember anything when you wake up? It was like one of those dreams.
So
anyways, there I am getting married.
I am following a crowd of people out of the bridal suite, and I am right
behind The Ex. For some reason I
didn’t stop to think why he wasn’t where he was supposed to be, but whatever,
it was a dream so I didn’t really think about it. Then its time.
I am walking down the aisle and no one is there but my dad. (Why he didn’t walk me down, I don’t
know, but he didn’t).
I
get to the front where I am supposed to meet my future husband and my dad steps
forward and just shakes his head at me.
“Dad,
where is he? Is he coming?”
“No,
he isn’t. But you can marry anyone
here,” he answered sweeping the crowd as if he were Jesus Christ presiding over
his people.
Then
I start to panic thinking how he could do this to me, and who leaves someone at
the altar?! Then I heard someone
from the crowd say something to her friend along the lines of, “I can’t believe
she didn’t know he wasn’t going to marry her. I mean, didn’t she see him before and see how he was
dressed?” (Again, yes, I saw him,
and I didn’t think about it too much.)
It
was then that I saw The Ex standing there looking at me without a hint of
emotion. I remember looking into
his eyes and questioning him with a look.
He dropped his eyes to his shoes and kicked at something, just like he
did in real life when he dumped me in a note. And that’s when I went for his throat. I jumped over the gabbing lady and her
friend, and tried to kill him with my bare hands.
Someone
had to tackle me to the ground, but somehow I got out of it and ran back to the
bridal suite where in spite I decided it would be a good idea to shit on the
floor. (In reality, if someone
were to shit on the floor just to spite someone or something or some place,
they would be thrown in a straight jacket and in a padded cell before you could
say, “she really shit on the floor?!?!”).
I
woke up then when my phone rang, and thank god someone was calling. I don’t know if my dream self could
have handled much more of that dream honestly. I don’t know why it was even in my head. But I am going to break it down like
this; yes, I was supposed to marry him, we talked about it a lot, but in the
end, no. It wasn’t going to happen
ever. He knew it. I was the only one that was to be
surprised with the news of my break-up.
So
that was my dream. Now back to
reality, I learned through Facebook that our dog died 3 days ago and no one
thought it would be nice to let me know.
I don’t even know what happened to him. How does someone not let someone know when something like
this happens?! I mean, he had no
problem contacting me when he feels like the lowly piece of shit he is, as if
he is apologetic or something, but he can’t fucking tell me the dog died?! Come on, bro! That spine you had at the funeral is shrinking isn’t it? Either that or your balls have been
sucked into your body and you don’t think it’s prudent for me to know about the
fucking dog.
And
it was even more awesome when my friends are all commenting and shit on his
comments about the Dude on Facebook.
I’m not sitting here saying don’t be friends with him; they can be
friends with whomever they so desire.
But, recognize this; he wasn’t there. He wasn’t a part of the group, why appease him? Bla, whatever.
The
frustration I felt today about the Dude (the dog) was apparent at work when I couldn’t
stand to be around any men. Honestly,
men are scummy. Again, I will
reinstate that they are good for nothing but sperm. Ergo, single mom in the making right fucking here!
Thank
you for reading my rant, but it needed to get off my chest.
(I
need the rants to stop, and the sex to start. At least that’s funny and interesting)
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