Vickie please lose that number

The girl is like clockwork.

I can count on her to call every 2 or 3 months without fail. Last time she called was in February, so tonight was no exception, as it’s now been about 3 months.

She told me that she reached out to me yet again because she believes we have “weathered” a similar storm, so to speak

That storm is Roger.

And every time she calls, she tries to bait me into giving her the nitty gritty, the low down on the relationship he and I once shared. She painfully digs for information, even if it’s just a scrap.

Every time, it’s the same thing, he’s done her “wrong” again. She wants me to know he is “diabolical” and “evil” and I “just wasn’t aware of it.”

When I tell her I cannot relate, it pisses her off. When I tell her he babied me and was the man I needed him to be most of the time, it infuriates her.

She always feels the need to remind me that he cheated on me multiple times throughout our relationship and I have to wonder if she thinks I’m a fucking idiot or if it’s simply lost on her that SHE IS ONE OF THOSE WOMEN HE CHEATED ON ME WITH?! So does she think she’s opening my eyes to this just now?

She never fails to volunteer that they are just friends but then in the next breath she says she can’t trust him to be faithful. Faithfulness is something you expect from your lover, not your friend. She says she “can’t take any more” and that she needs to “be strong and stay away from him,” but that he refuses to let her go. Again, you don’t have to will yourself to stay away from a “friend.” It’s not a push and pull relationship with a “friend.”

She tries to get me to admit that he was cruel and abusive to me, but I won’t. I won’t lie. I won’t tell her a damn thing about the relationship we had between us. I won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me “scorned” and I won’t betray my ex lover’s privacy because that isn’t the kind of person I am, or wish to be. It isn’t any of her damn business.

She so badly wants me to join her man hater’s club where HE is the mascot. She so badly wants me to COMMISERATE with her, and when she doesn’t get what she wants, she lashes out.

About half way through the conversation, she types…”HE HAS A NEW CHIC!”

First of all, the slang word ” chick” ends in the letter K. ” Chic” is something French women fancy themselves. But I digress.

Second, THAT NEW “CHIC” ISN’T ME, because we both know THAT’S the real reason you’re making contact here. That’s ALWAYS the reason, regardless of what you claim. You don’t give a shit that your phone calls and texts have me upset and in tears for days and sometimes weeks afterward. The trauma you inflicted is supposed to be forgiven by me because now it’s you that is hurt.

Every time you suspect him of being unfaithful to you, you come straight for ME. Why??…YOU are the only one that contacts me! NOT HIM! HE LOST MY NUMBER 3 YEARS AGO.

It’s called guilt. That’s what that little sliver of doubt inside of you is fueled by. When I asked you why you texted me, you answered, “because now he’s treating ME badly!”

Jesus H. Christ, am I supposed to feel sympathy for you because you’re getting what I got?! Which is rightfully what you deserve, by the way, for hurting the two other women that loved him. DO YOU REALIZE HOW ASININE THIS IS?!

Guilt is the emotion we feel when our heart tells us we did something wrong. What you did wrong was hurt me to boost your ego. You boosted your ego by “stealing” my boyfriend and bullying me. Like a middle school girl, YOU were cruel and abusive and now you want my comradeship, like we laid in the trenches together.

No… more like you stormed my camp unprovoked.

You can fight alone.

You won’t find a friend in someone you formerly treated like the enemy. You won’t find a friend in me. Because YOU are the diabolical one.

When you couldn’t crack my shell tonight and bring me down low enough to make YOURSELF feel better, you stabbed me in the heart AGAIN by excusing yourself because you had an “unannounced late night visitor.”

Yeah, what you left me to infer was that the man I believed once loved ME so dearly was visiting YOU for sex at one a.m. in the morning. THIS morning… AS IN, 20 MINS AGO? WHILE WE WERE CONVERSING VIA TEXT, HE JUST HAPPENED TO POP IN?? BUUUUT, YOU’RE JUST FRIENDS??…LMFAO.

Why do you want to keep hurting me? What did I EVER do to deserve your continued presence, reminding me over and over of the trauma I live with from being ghosted by HIM but unfailingly pursued by YOU?

So, basically, because you couldn’t get me to join your gang, you felt the need to knife me in the heart all over again.

Just for sport.

Why don’t you go play somewhere else???

And if I might make a suggestion…

How about in fucking traffic?