Happy New Year

I'm sure everyone in blogger land is just dying to know what I did for the new year. So without further ado I will give you blow by blow as the drama unfolds.

Me and my man have been having some problems (so what's new?) Anyway a few days before the new year we had a minor falling out, but as usual he realized this was another arguement fueld by his bi-polarness. So anyway in an attempt to make things right he cooked for us. We had alaskan snow crab legs and jumbo shrimp. It was a real nice, peaceful day that consisted of me laying around on the couch all day before I had to go to work that night. He cooked for us and he presented me with a card that was basically saying he was a bone head and he was sorry for that. He signed it with much love and plenty of kisses. So I was accepting of his apology and I even felt good about us just getting back on track. Epsecially with the new year coming in I was quite hopeful that things would just smooth out between us.

Anyway, on new years eve we decided that we would be in separate places since I wanted to go to my church and he wanted to go to his church. We were both ok with that and we agreed to call each other after the new year came in. So after church I called him and he sounded a little annoyed. So finally I asked him what the hell was his problem because he had been acting a little funny all day. At first I tried to ignore it because I knew he wasn't feeling well, but at this point he was starting to get on my freakin' nerves. So I finally got him to open up about what was wrong with him. He started ranting and raving about something I had said a few days ago. But I thought all that was resolved since we had already made up. Then he starts going on and on about why the hell didn't I get an extra set of keys for my house for him. I just explained to him that there was no reason except for the fact that I have been busy. I have been working a lot with getting ready for the holidays and even though it was after Christmas it had just slipped my mind. Well nothing I said was good enough. My little sister had to borrow his keys because she stays with me now. But I was supposed to replace his keys once I realized she was going to be with me permanently. So anyway he finally said he didn't even want any keys at this point. So by now I am beyond pissed. Not just because he claims he doesn't want the keys but because I can not believe this is our first conversation of the new year. He was just kissing my ass because he was being an asshole just a few days before this. So something in me just clicked, and I realized this would be the very last arguement we would have. So I told him I was on my way to his house to bring him his keys. He told me not to come but I told him I was also coming because I had something to tell him.
When I got there he was sitting on the steps waiting for me. I came in and closed the door. I took his key off my key ring and placed it on the table. I told him I came over for one reason and one reason only. I told him I wanted the pure satisfaction of telling him this to his face. I told him that when he was going thru my phone and he called "K" he should have called "C" because that is who I have been FUCKIN' ever since September. And eventhough I know he is sitting there trying to act like he doesn't care I know he does. I told him I know he is crumbling inside, because EVERYBODY knew except for him. Then I said have a happy new year, and by the way get some rest because you look a little tired. I walked out, and slammed the door. I can not explain how good I felt. Because I was so sick of him I didn't know what to do with myself.

After that I got on the road and headed to my cousin's house. He has a new years eve party every year and it is always the place to be. He definitely throws the best house party. There was a DJ, the food was catered and in the bathtub it was filled with ice and every single thing you wanted to drink was in there.

As soon as I walked in one of the first people I seen was "D".If anyone remembers him then you know he was like a thorn in my side. After I dealt with him I couldn't stand him because he wouldn't just leave it alone. Anyway, he jumped up and hugged me and for the rest of the night he made sure he was in my general vicinity. He got on my nerves just a little bit but he was kinda cool so I didn't make a big deal out of it. I think the thing that was killing him was the fishnet stockings. Maybe it was the patent leather peep toe shoes. Or it could have been the Victoria Secret skirt with the split all the way up the front of the leg on the left side. Maybe it was the leather jacket with the matching leather gloves with the gold studs with the leather pocketbook to match the gloves, also with the gold studs. I'm sorry but babygirl was looking too good. So sexy and sophisticated. I'm sure that was the first thing my man noticed when I walked in the door. He had to be paying attention to how fucking good I was looking as I completely broke his heart and destroyed his ego.

Anyway I didn't drink much at all. I had only a half bottle of Champagne and I had all my wits about me. "D" was a little disapointed because he thought we were going to rekindle something but I wasn't having it. I got home about 4:45 am and I went to bed a very satisfied woman.

My motto for the "08".....Fuck It!!