Coupla things.... (one of which doesn't have to do with Rob getting fucked over, even...)

Okay... first thing (the one that doesn't have to do with Rob getting screwed over)...

I GOT THE JOB I WANTED!!!!
I start Saturday.
Can make just about as much money as I want to, too... Up to $300 a week, I'm told. Somebody else who worked there last summer managed that and since I love dogs (as well as pretty much every other type critter on the planet, including snakes, except HUMAN ONES), I think I'll shoot for that myself, if not more.
Three hundred bucks a week to wash dogs... jesus. *lmao at the very idea*
To be paid to hang out with, take care of and spoil ROTTEN a herd of dogs. AND, three horses... how fuckin' cool is THAT?

And, for future reference, my boss at this place will be referred to as BL, for Boss Lady and the other chick who works there will be OC, for... (say it with me, now) "other chick".

So, I have one more night to be up all night, hanging out, cleaning the house, watching bad TV and keeping an eye peeled while the world sleeps.
Swear to GAWD, I was a hamster in a previous life I like being up all night sooo much. I don't know what is it or why, but I do. I love it. I'll miss it, too, but... no biggie. I'll have a coupla days off a week and it's just a few hours a day, too, so if I do fuck up and stay up when I hafta work, I can just come home and go to bed then.
Midnights always were my favorite shift.

So... I've been off from the horse farm for six (long-assed, draggin') weeks and in that time I got two MAJOR things accomplished.
I found Glen.
And...
I found Bo.

Two brain bleeds plugged.

Not knowing where Glen was, or if he was even alive being a SEAL and having a still-shattered heart from Storm dying last June was driving me like Richard Petty would have, had I been his car.
Speed along quite well for a while, then KA-fuckin'-BOOM, into the wall, flipping end over end down the road.
Never did kill anybody, but it still fucked me up a LOT from time to time.
But... it won't anymore.
Glen's alive, in Bahrain by now I suppose and Bo's right over there, safe in his stall and glad to see me every single time I show up.
All I have to do is whistle when they're out in the field and he comes a-runnin'.
Right to me.
Even bypassed Eric that time he was there too and came right to me.
Whatta good boy.
If I hadn't already decided on Bo and then that turned out to be his name ANYWAY, I'd call that horse "Gift from God", because he truly is one.
And, now, I'll be able to get him paid off to Mrs Boss and be done with it, finally.

Speaking of "being done with it"...
I thought I was with this next stuff, buuuut... not quite yet, I see.
And, please know I AM NOT PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW.
No matter what I say coming up here, no matter how many times I say "fuck" or any of it's derivatives, I am NOT pissed off, frothing at the mouth and freakin' over this.
I wasn't earlier, either.
Shocked, appalled, sickened, angry yes but not in a rage and hurt, but I wasn't "pissed off".
Like I said then, I was, and still am, beyond that.

Unfortunately, no matter how far past pissed I am, I still feel a need to correct some (completely insane) shit about it and clear up the difference between "enabling" and "kicking in the balls when he's got enough shit to deal with" for those (Bane and whomever else) who can't seem to differentiate between the two concepts.
And, at least ONE part of this is gonna be fun. (I heard from someone I asked about... you'll see... *grin*)

And, away we go....

Stevie, you answered your own your questions about me in your description of your "love" for the man.

I did? I don't think so. My questions for you were... wait, let me go look again, because the only one I can remember is WHY DID YOU DO SUCH AN UTTERLY CONTEMPTABLE THING TO ROB? and what I said about how I feel about him has NOTHING to do with that.
Okay... first question or "first thing that ended with a question mark", to be specific...

FIRST DO NO HARM.
Simple concept, no?
Must not be because SOME people sure as hell do have a hard time grasping it.
Don't you, LIVEY?

Next question was...

Honestly, woman, if this is how you "love" people, do Rob a favor and hate him, wouldja?

Next question...

But, you... Rob trusted you.
Do you even BEGIN to know what that meant?

Next questionS...

The amount of shit you put up with is staggering and yet, the one person you decide to fuck back is ROB?
Why?
Why the fuck did you do that?
And don't even THINK about using the word "love"...
Is the difference that you get "compensated" for taking shit from all those others?
And that, maybe, you didn't get what you wanted from Rob, so you feel it's just hunky-friggin'-DORY to screw him like you did?

Next was this...

And, I hate it that you've set us ALL back about 200 fuckin' years and made his theories about women in general seem true just to... what? Give yourself a thrill? Prove something? What?
Why did you DO this to him?
To me?
No, fuck ME...
To YOURSELF?

Then, I asked...

How in the FUCK can you think you "know" Rob so well, yet be so STUPID?
How did you think that was ever gonna work with him?

Last ones were these...

First, WHY?
Why'd you do it, and why'd you do it TO ROB, of all people?
And...
You did that so easily and repetitively (you said it more than once) that it simply CAN'T be the first time you've done that to someone, soooo... maybe the shit you take from alla those people is for some kinda REASON?

Now, it seems to me, the prevalent question here is WHY?
Please show me WHERE in my description of how I feel about Rob I answered that question, m'kay?

First, I am not at all upset that "he doesn't return my affection." (There's more to that than I will indulge.)

Yeah ya are. It's obvious as all hell.
And, not to be a snot (yet), but the word you meant to use was "divulge"... I hope.
And, to be a snot now, well why NOT? Why NOT divulge whatever else there is to that? You didn't find it at all difficult to divulge Rob's personal shit. Why not'cher own? Different story suddenly, is it?

Second, I did not betray any trust. Rob does not trust me to begin. You can't betray a trust that wasn't there.

Yeah ya did. He trusted you enough to tell you what he told you. He trusted you enough to have you in his house for week. He trusted you. He was WRONG to trust you, as he so eloquently stated his own self, but... trust you he did.

He doesn't even remember daring me to tell the world he was drinking again, and I held it in anyway. I didn't take that dare, at the time. Even when he first goaded me.

Why doesn't he remember? Could it be because he told you while he was doing it? Orrrr, could it be because he was JOKING and forgot because he TRUSTED you to keep your mouth shut? Hmmm... I wonder which it is.
Either way, you fucked up.
"I didn't take the dare, at the time."
No.
You took it LATER when he got you REALLY pissed at him.
Like that makes a goddamned difference.
Please.
(And, for the record, I'm LAUGHING at the stupidity in that as I type...)

He pushed, I pushed back. Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same in my position.I've seen you do it here many times.

More like "he pushed" and you blew his head off with a sawed off shotgun.
And, yeah, I am gonna tell you I'D NEVER do anything like that to Rob especially, but not to anybody else either.
I think you're confused again about this whole thing.
You may think that what I'm doing right now is "pushing back".
Okay, fine. That's correct.
I do it alllll the time here, right.
BUT... I am NOT telling the fuckin' WORLD anything you told me IN CONFIDENCE.
That's what YOU did.
That's not what I do.
Anything anybody ever tells me in confidence stays that way.
I know what "in confidence" means.
Always have.
Always will.
Plenty of people have told me secrets and I've never outed them.
Nor would I ever do anything to hurt Rob, so please don't ever say that again.

Third, there was no handling it in private with a man who hangs up on you when he doesn't want to hear the truth, ignores your emails, even the responses to his, and basically throws a temper tantrum every time you are right about him.

Well, for Christ's sake... TAKE A FUCKIN' HINT!!!!
If he's hanging up on you, ignoring your emails and blowing up at you when you do manage to get his attention, that's a signal. It means "FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!
Are you so incredibly self-centered, self-absorbed and DENSE that you can't understand that?
Good God Almighty, even my farookin' fuckin' brain dead goddamned cats need less of a hint than that to leave me be.
Jeesuz.
And, THIS, his blowing you off was what made you do it, isn't it?
He was "hurting" you, so you decided to hurt him.
You got pissed off and couldn't take him wanting you to fuck off, so you "pushed back", din'tcha?
Now I get it.
"Hell hath no fury", alright.
God, you're low.

Fourth. I did exactly what the drama queen wanted me to do because he was too ashamed to do it himself.

Are you fuckin' HIGH, Livey? Or do you think we, the collective group who reads Rob, are that stupid?
This is a man who has told stories on himself about shitting his pants in public, trying to kill himself when that stupid cuntbag he was married to left him with prostate cancer, used the "n" word, a man who tells the TRUTH no matter who doesn't like it and you actually believe he wouldn't have the balls to say he'd slipped IF HE WANTED EVERYBODY TO KNOW????
You.
are.
delusional!
You don't know Rob a goddamned bit, if you actually believe what you said.
And, there's a HUGE difference between not being truthful and not telling everybody on the entire planet every-gotdamned-THING.
That difference is called "discretion", which is something you need a fuckin' BOATLOAD of.
Rob has it.
That's why he doesn't tell EVERYBODY EVERYTHING.
Only a complete FOOL would do that.
"He was too ashamed to..."
Oh, for the love of fuckin' GOD, woman.
Stop now.

And yes, I can still love him, knowing all his faults, but that doesn't mean I want him to be in my life. I love myself more than to let him continuely abuse me.

Oh yeah, you can feel any way ya want to about him, but, at least admit that ya do TOO want him in your life. That's what the fuck this whole pile of shit has been about. NOT GETTING HIM.
Admit it.
At least to yourself.
IF ya love yourself so much.
And, for the record... he wouldn't be ABLE to "abuse" you so much if you'd quit tryin' to shove yourself up his ass.
You're not a suppository.
Are ya?
(Got me wonderin'...)

Now that's all I will say publicly, if you want to discuss this further, so you can understand, you have my email.
Posted by livey at June 1, 2006 09:46 AM

"This" is all you will say publically... pft.
You shoulda stopped the "public" statements riiiight before you DIVULGED Rob's personal info like ya did.
A little late NOW to be declaring a cease fire, don'tcha think?
(Well, I know you don't think. Hence this entire fuckin' mess YOU MADE.)
And, no, I won't be emailing you to "discuss" this further simply because I don't want to give you another opportunity to divulge any more of Rob's personal shit.
Not even to me.
If he wants me know, he'll tell me.
Not you.
I've heard MORE THAN enough about Rob from you.
So has the rest of the fuckin' planet, by the way.

NEXT!!!

Don't always agree with you, Stevie, and I'm not a member of the Acidman fan club. But this time I think you nailed it. What this Borderline Personality Disorder did was as viscious, shameful and self-serving an act as I've seen on the blogosphere in a long time. Sick sick, sick. Hope ol' Rob can get his shit together. There's a lot there that we don't need to lose.
.
P.S. Bet we all wish we had a defender like Stevie. I know I do.
Posted by Bloody But Wiser at June 1, 2006 04:34 PM

This is the fun one, y'all... See who it's from?
The one I asked about.

How ya doin', Bloody?
Sooo... how long ago was it we went 'round about Rob?
You must not be the worst one for pissin' me off about 'im.
Only one I can remember is that pinhead, jb.
And, I do this shit so often... *grin*
You seem pretty cool now. What was it you said that set me off?
I can't remember.
And, I promise not to get pissed all over again if ya tell me, too... I'm not like that. This time, I'm asking, not just reacting, so let me know, okay?
And, ya damned near made me blush with that last sentence... (I did go "aawww".... hafta admit that.)

And now, Mr Willfully Confusing The Concepts... Bane.

Man, the enablers are out in force, tonight.
Posted by Bane at June 1, 2006 09:24 PM

You incredible nitwit.
Please, for the love of GOD, tell me you're kidding.
Tell me that you ARE intelligent enough to know the difference between "enabling" (which is what you're insinuating I'm doing by defending Rob) and being an untrustworthy, lip-flappin', pissed off, revenge-bent asshole (which is what this whole thing is about).
C'mon, Bane.
I expect better than this from you.
Don't make me whip out my handy-dandy dictionary and DEFINE the word "enable" to you.
Or, bore you to suicide by relating endless examples of "enabling" I've witnessed over the years.
'Cause, I will, ya know.

Don't fuck with me, Bane.
Come clean.
You DO know the difference, don'tcha?
You little shit-stirrin' minx, you.

Posted by: Stevie at 12:18 AM

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