In the old 'hood....

I figured that after last weeks semi encounter, I could handle anything to a point. So I went to vote in the old neighborhood this morning. My old polling place is one street over from my old house. So I finally got the courage to take a spin by.

I thought I would feel some emotional effects and truth be told. I do miss the place but I didn't break down and cry. Nothing has changed. He cut down my lillies and took a sign out of the window but that was it. It just looks lonely. The house on the corner is for sale. That would be a real bitch if I bought that and moved in.

The other weird thing is, he still has my old cell phone on. I've been calling it periodically to see if I have any voicemails and today I did. From the electric company's collection agency.

When his F'ing brother moved in, the agreement was he was to pay all the utilities. That worked until oh, about two months before I moved out. Nothing got paid. This one happened to be in my name. I called the utilites and told him I had moved out and to take my name off but because there was a balance that fuck-head number one didn't pay, they wouldn't do so.

Following the advice of my lawyer, I didn't pay it and forwarded it to them. They never paid it. So today, I finally paid it. I was sick of the collection calls. I'll get my money back, don't worry. It just pisses me off. Because again, he's not cooperating with his lawyer, not answering anything she sends him. It doesn't seem to bother anyone but me. My life is on hold because this fucker won't get off his fat lazy ass and do something about it.

I also demanded from my lawyer that I get back in that house now. So the date is set and I have my boys ready to roll. I've been nice long enough, I'm putting my bitchy britches on now.

Why should I be afraid of him? Why should he run me out of town? I'm not letting him push me anymore.

And I set a goal last night, I am going to be down a size before I leave for Boston next month for several reasons.......