Stop The Music
Stop The Music
Dear Wanna B RockStar,
7 years -8 breakups. WTF was I thinking? I'll tell you what I was thinking...I was thinking that you were making progress with your "issues", and that eventually you would get your act together. How could someone like you be really permantly damaged? You never berated me, or called me names,or insulted me or hit me or some of the other awful things I have read.(any of those things would have had me out of the door immediately) We never fought. We laughed, and spent some fun times together. BUT, just as I felt our relationship get comfortable, the call would come.."I need a break". So, I would cry for days, wonder what the hell was wrong, go through my rollercoaster of emotions, forge on, all while analyzing every aspect of the past months. Eventually you would call and I'd come back for more. Why? Because you feigned just enough "normalness" to keep me from believing you were a total asshole.
During our 7 years together, I was running around like a chicken without a head- trying to work, help my son raise my beautiful granddaughter, keep a house and carve out time for you. I have a wonderful life and wanted to share it with someone special. Oh boy, did I find someone "special"! I don't recall how many times you used that word when talking about yourself, but I teased you each time you did. I shutter when I think about that.What an ass you are!
Let me tell you now what I won't miss about my "special" guy...
The "special" smell you leave in the bathroom from your always upset stomach.
Waiting for that "special" pill you need to take to get your "special" dick up to take effect.(of course if you lost that 30lbs of belly fat, you might not need the pill for "Mr. Happy")
Getting that "special" phone call, cancelling plans last minute because you are in the middle of writing one of your "special" songs.
Being made to feel "special" (not) when you forget to buy concert tix for my birthday.
Feeling appreciated(not)after working all day and then going out at 9pm to watch my "special" guy do his "rock star" gig. But of course, I could never get your "special" ass to do anything early the next morning-even if it was very important to me.
Eating your "special" pasta meals when you didn't want to spend a few dollars to take me out...but then you'd go out with your friends during the week and spend the bucks.
Having you take "special" interest in wanting to know if anything was "wrong"...and if I said no,you would then do something to try and irritate me.
And mostly, I will not miss seeing your "special" naked body walking around, reminding me of a giant, bloated tick.
Wanna B, you have exhausted every cell in my body, tried every ounce of my patience, taken too many years of my giving and inflicted devestating emotional abuse. BUT, unlike you, I will rise again. I will continue to live a wonderful life, but without you. You will never have the opportunity to share anything with me again-EVER. You have nothing to offer anyone and are on your way to being a lonely, old, washed up Wanna B Rock Star. Feel free to take any of my words and write a "special" song-after all, you've taken almost everything else.
p.s. Yes, now I have a "Reason2Believe" you are a total asshole. Asshole.
He is special
Why aren't YOU writing songs?
I've Got the Music in Me...LOL!
That's actually quite haunting!
Music to my ears
playing in my head