Who needs "friends" when you've got enemies?

At least, that was the title of the blog I read this morning. (Well, she spelled it enamies, but you get the point.) My abusive ex husband's wife contacted me recently. Needless to say, it upset me greatly. I mean, who wouldn't it upset? I have spent the last 8 years of my life trying to forget that pathetic asshole and what he did to me. It was the worst mistake of my life...the worst two years of my life. The best thing I ever did was leave the man. (Yes, I left him. The only smart thing I did in that relationship.) So I basically told her off, and for both of them to get the hell out of my life.

Just out of pure curiosity I revisited her myspace page today, and found her blog. She writes how they were just trying to wish me well, and that she can't believe the response she got. That her husband would never do anything I said he did, and that I'm a pathalogical lier. Really? Did she ask him about the time he screamed at me and threatened to hit me, in front of other people? Did he tell her about the time he cheated on me with my "friend" Michelle, and then ran away to Missouri like a coward? How I was told I had to quit my job at the motorcycle shop because he was certain I was cheating on him with half the staff. The time he came into play rehearsal, and yelled at me in front of everyone. How I lost jobs in the theatre because he wouldn't let me go to play practice alone, and I got the rep of that girl with the crappy husband. I couldn't even wear a slinky costume. And he had a fit when I couldn't wear my wedding band on stage! (Hello, the character was single...duh.) How we didn't spend either one of our anniversaries together because we were fighting and seperated. How my own father told me "You can still back out you know", right before he walked me down the aisle at our wedding. (Everyone knew, except me, that I was making a huge mistake. I should have listened to them.) Or how about the time he followed me to the theatre I was at, and begged me to come back to him, complete with the gas station rose he bought? Or the letter he sent me that Christmas, after we'd already been divorced, begging me to go out with him for New Years?

I could go on, but I won't.

So, Deedle, if you're reading this, guess we both have different sides to the story. I still feel sorry for you. I know what he did to me, and I'm greatful he doesn't do those things to you. You're the lucky one. He could be wonderful now, I don't know, and I don't care. Just stay the hell out of my life, both of you. I'm happy now, and I'm going to stay that way.

ETA: She just tried to contact me again through MySpace. For God's sake, child, give it a rest. *rolls eyes* Pathetic.