Surprise! You’re a Douche…

Just when I think that it’s safe to believe I can treat mr horrible like a mature human being, he gives me tangible evidence that he is still the same undeveloped man-child that I left behind…

Today’s evidence comes courtesy of the presents I thought mr horrible sent to the kids, only to open the packages and discover his married girlfriend´s name all over everything. It was her Amazon account apparently (how ridiculous of me to have expected him to pay for his own Prime account) from whence the packages were obtained.

Consequently it was also her penmanship all over the envelope containing the forms I asked him to send to me. I shouldn’t have been surprised at her level of involvement. Hell, it was what I did when I knew him, doing it all for him so he could concentrate on himself, and do/contribute as little as possible to his own/our life and still get all of the credit and somehow manage to come out on top.

I think I threw up in my mouth a little…

So I noticed she specifically used only my maiden name instead of hyphenating it as it exists… trifling and childish. Really bitch? As if I want any part of him other than that which I already have (which is plenty )!

Plus, if he gave her the notion, he can just let it go already. I am the last person in the world that desires any semblance of a relationship with him. I can’t even fathom being friends. Was I annoyed? Yes!

Part of me doesn’t care. That part, however, was on break as the other part, that was super-perturbed, decided to shred all evidence of her involvement from their Christmas present.

With this incident, I am reminded that he merely replaced my role in his life with that of some other hapless female stupid enough to agree to taking over running his life for him. For mr horrible it appears as just more of the same.

Different players, same game.