All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Good story, huh? 😉

Perhaps I just made a logistical error in breaking up with Klitus (preferred spelling is with K, birth name is spelled Clitus), but I realized suddenly that he is NOT willing to confront his manipulation tactics with me. To be clear, I was never in confusion about this; I simply chose to give him the benefit of the doubt because I do have a real affinity for him.

It was a good lesson for me to learn, that cheap crackers cannot become inherently classy. I’m referring in part to the fact that he is an idiot atheist, i.e. one with a stagnating mind. He offended me dramatically with it once when he put down his whole family simply because they throw the bible in his face.

I understand the frustration. When I was 18 years old and wondering where my dad had been my whole life, I found him one day traipsing valiantly into my town from his fake titty wife & kidset #2 in Hawaii in order to take me to Shoney’s one morning. At breakfast, with his mother at the table, my dad told me that he was a failure as a father BECAUSE I WAS NOT WILLING TO MAKE HIS CULT-LIKE JESUS STATEMENT. I had simply wanted to talk about “the only constant in the universe” topic he had just previously brought up.

Edit 1: [Pride speaks not with the following comment, rather it’s an illustration: my father was in Hawaii to train for flying Blackhawk helicopters.  Perhaps his pre-Hawaii fake titty wife, who accompanied him there, was incidental.]

While I am learning to cope with having an idiot father, among other things, I do not need to listen to someone else’s whiny, uninformed, degenerate bitterness.

Klitus also refuses to forget about what a bitch his ex wife was to him, and about all the horrible ways she treated him. She has been totally out of his picture for years. This blog is not about her, though; it is about me.

After I made this realization, that I was probably at a dead end with my cracker basket boyfriend, I attempted to sit on my thoughts until I had thought things through thoroughly. But I could not hide my feelings once I became aware of them, and Klitus noticed, prying hard and clutching prematurely despite my unreadiness to discuss my thoughts. When he demanded a hint, I acquiesced. Naturally, the hint was insufficient, and so he demanded a thorough explanation. When I refused to give him this explanation over the phone during his smoke break, he felt it appropriate to tell me I was acting just like his ex wife, to which I replied in text message, “Fuck you, Clitus,” which I meant wholeheartedly, and then, “Your key is on top of the exit sign. I think I have removed all of my things from your apartment,” and finally, “I will take my key when you are free to drop it off on my front porch later today.” At some point in this interchange, he finally decided to stop responding to me. I think it was when I told him in text message that, “YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE for how this is affecting our friendship.”


Later, I texted to him that I am willing to speak civilly. I do not know what the conversation will look like whenever it happens.




About Ursula E Minor

*In lieu of verbositously bombarding the email inboxes of those whose time I take care to not waste, I sought an unobtrusive, alternative outlet for my compulsion to do exactly that. This is it. Ursula E Minor at rocketmail dot com is the address I use for private written interactivity.
This entry was posted in Babbling Crick Master, Blue. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s