Grr. The stupidity of "buddy-boy" ... and yeah, "buddy-boy" is said with sarcasm.|
So, one of my best friends is having a tough time. Her husband is ... for lack of a better term ... a complete jerk-off.
They've been married three years, expecting a second child. NOW he wants to, I don't know, recapture his lost youth or something ... date around, not be married, not be "tied down" by a wife and family.
He's being a complete jerk. My friend is a totally awesome person, but he's totally cutting her down with stupid, hurtful remarks about how wonderful some other chick is and yaddah yaddah "I'm such a screw-wit" remarks.
Like I've told her, I'd happy emasculate him with a rusty spoon. And she knew that I meant it.
Still, he's all saying that after the divorce, she can go back to her hometown with the kids and start again. *snorts* Ohhhhh yeah, like there's SO much for her down there. Then he gets all pissy at the thought of her going on welfare (since taking care of two tiny kiddos and all, she's not going to get a job in a podunk place like where we're from - as much as I do love it in my heart of hearts, I have to admit that there's not much there. Cosmopolitan, it's SO not).
Like I said, he's an utter screw-wit. And he claims that his seeing this one chick never got to the ... ahem... physical stage. Well, excuse me for being skeptical. *sarcasm dripping* I mean, he's been oh-so honest about everything anyway.
It makes me SO mad that he'd pull this on my friend, who really does love him. And he doesn't treat her with respect! And that REALLY gets my dander up.
If he goes through with his little "mid-life" (if you can call it that. He's freaking younger than I am!) crisis, it'd be totally justifiable if he life turned to utter crap. He goes off about feeling all pulled and drained and financially troubled and all. *humorless laugh* Yeah, buddy. Just get that divorce. He's going to lose half of what he has AND pay child support AND alimony. Yeah, let's see how much freedom you think you have, buddy, being up to your eyebrows in friggin' debt. Yeah, all those single ladies LOVE a scrub who can't afford to take them to McDonald's. Oh baby.
Yes, this is a really bitter little entry. Sorry, y'all. But I figure I'll do my best to get it out of my system. And I don't want to fill my diaryland blog with this ... I already posted about it (and strange dreams) this morning.
Michael doesn't approve of what's going on with buddy-boy and my girl. He feels that buddy-boy is rally immature and has a lot of growing up to do.
I feel that if my girl has to get a divorce (which she REALLY doesn't want. She wants her girls to grow up with a daddy who loves them. She's seen how hard it's been on her nephews and nieces with all the divorces that THEIR dad has been through ... and her oldest LOVES her daddy.), she should take buddy-boy for ALL he's worth. Going penniless to support a family that he willingly gave up (since he's a srew-wit 'tard) should help him to gain a good deal of maturity.
Yeah, word to the wise, don't screw with my friends. I'm like a rabid dog when you do. And if there weren't moral and legal reprecussions, I SO would go for the jugular. With a rusty spoon. And electro-shock therapy applied to specific soft tissue. Yeah, don't screw with the friends of the hormonal pregger woman. It's not gonna be pretty. At all.
And the thing that ticks me off the most is that I'm so powerless to help my friend in this situation. The most I can really do is pray for her and be there to listen and support her.
I know that it helps. But I wish there was something more ... something more active ... or something that makes me FEEL really useful.
But buddy-boy is still an utter 'tard for not realizing what he's doing and what he's screwing himself out of. A total screw-wit. Like I told her, if he had another brain cell, it would die of loneliness.
If it was even located in his head. The one on his shoulders.
Yeah. I'm still dripping with bitterness.
Because this utterly sucks.
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