Blocking the Blockhead…

There is nothing worse than having just drifted off to sleep, then being woken up by my phone ringing only to realize that it’s none other than mr horrible. Especially when mr horrible calls 3 times in a row because I don’t answer. It’s after midnight in every time zone, you inconsiderate prick!

I doubt he wonders why I don’t answer.  His pattern of narcissistic entitlement doesn’t leave room for consideration on my behalf.  One of these days I will invent some telephone form of shock therapy which I will then employ to taze his dumbass into a twitching stupor.

I would block the number, however it goes against our “agreement” to do so. I’ve been relying on his lack of interest in keeping better contact with my kids.  Last time he called was two weeks ago. I was hoping he would forget for longer.  I don’t enjoy seeing my kid’s emotional pain after they have talked to mr horrible.  His smarmy attitude, passive aggressive remarks, and thinly veiled sarcasm does more harm than the lack of communication ever could do. It makes me wish I could manipulate the Matrix and go Neo on his ass via Skype. *sigh*

So lucky me, now I’m tossing and turning thanks to his hate injection. I could feel my skin begin to burn as I flared with rage from within at waking to his unwanted phone call. I wish I didn’t hate him so.  I long for the day I will feel nothing but cold, distant contempt for him. Disdain and nothing more.