Its just one of those days. Twitter is full of tweets about napping and spending the day in bed. Bacci hasn’t even been too enthused to leave the comfort of bed.

How are you spending this Saturday?

It’s a never-ending drama series regarding myself and L, my brothers gf of 11 years.

I don’t know how to deal.

I once again went to her to discuss how I was feeling in regards to her remaining or even beginning a friendship with my Ex Best Friend of 15+ years.  They were never FRIENDS before I ended my friendship with my Ex Best Friend.  There were times I had to tell Ex Best Friend to layoff talking shit to L because she knew she could get away with it.  On her 25th birthday she questioned if L stole the money for the bar tab.

I ended my friendship with the Ex Best Friend over 2 years ago.  It wasn’t healthy.  She had hurt me both physically and emotionally in the past.  I wasn’t innocent but the animosity we had for each other was too much to bear.  We were like sisters.  My Dad even took temporary custody of her for a year when we were in high school so she could go to my high school and live with us.

The end of the friendship hurt me.  It still kills me to this day.

What hurts the most?  My brother gf who I have been GOOD GOOD, even BEST friends with for many many years and thought of her as my little sister deciding to remain in contact with this girl against my wishes.  I introduced her to designer jeans, brought her to her first club, and never spoke ill of her.

Well… since the breakup with my EX Best Friend she has continued her “friendship” with her.  The funny thing is they NEVER hung out or bonded before I ended things with my Ex Best Friend.

Tears.  I have spoken to her numerous times asking her to respect me and only remain an acquaintance with the girl.  I told her it was not healthy for me to remain in contact with her and I could never attend something that she was also attending.  It would be a disaster.  On L’s past birthday I received a text inviting me to her birthday with the following wording “My Birthday is at blah blah blah.  You are invited but M is going to be there and if you don’t like it then you don’t have to come”.  This was when I was going through all of the shit with Frappe.  I was devastated.

We didn’t speak for the 7 months and started talking again in early December.  She promised she would put our friendship first and only be of an aquaintence to the Ex Best Friend.

Facebook slaps me in the face.  My manipulative Ex Best Friend begins friending my family and then I hear of things from my family members who added her our of curiosity that I didn’t want to hear.  L chit-chatting about how she could not wait to have tacos, pictures of her at my Ex Best Friend’s birthday, etc.

It hurts.  It kills.

I confronted her yesterday.  I cried.  She laughed.  She blamed me for ruining any friendship she has had in the past that has failed.  She pretty much told me “oh well”.

I’m lost.  I see this girl on a daily basis.  My brother lives with me. She will be my SIL in a few years.

This is by far worse than any breakup I have endured.

Advice?  Words to get through this?

Life has been crazy.  It’s been a mixture of different types of crazy.

I am crazy in love with Armani. You know what they say… there comes a point in life where you just get it.  I just get it.  I believe.

The homestead is just getting settled but there is a reason a little flag hangs in front of the house reading “Welcome to the NUT HOUSE” with squirrels in a fall scene.  L and I have gotten into numerous heated fights.  In conclusion to that little saga… we will never be friends again.  I will be cordial seeing she is my brother’s girlfriend of 10 years but it will stop there.

I am currently at my Mom’s house sharing a king bed with her for the night because my younger brother is gone for the weekend celebrating his 10 year DATING anniversary with L, Uncle is in the hospital - hoping its nothing too serious but he is in severe pain in his pancreas, and Armani has a birthday party to attend. I still cannot fathom staying at home alone.  I know I can do it but I would rather not.  It’s difficult enough for me sleeping without Armani and I cannot imagine sleeping without Armani and in an empty house.

Oh ya did I mention Armani drives over 1 hour and 20 minutes to sleep with me almost nightly and then wakes to drive to work which is 1 hour and 20 minutes away.  He is indeed crazy.  I am really looking forward to the day, which I hope is very soon that he drives home from work to OUR home.  I am planning on moving out after I hopefully land a job.  Lets keep our fingers crossed???!!!

I’m ready to grow up.  I know sleeping with my Mom doesn’t quite support that fact but I am.  I need to grow.  I cannot grow in the household that I am currently in.

I decided to call him out.

Click on his mugshot.  I know what you’re thinking.

Also, you can read more about this man sick individual here.

do I feel the need to go stalkerella on my 1st real boyfriend and the girl he cheated on me with?  Over the past 6 years they have broken up 342343 times, he has been in rehab, found God, cheated on her again, stole from her, tried to date me again while still continuing to talk to her, and now they are back in love.

The sad thing is it still bothers me.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

I feel as if I am out of harms way because its so long ago but I still feel twinges of jealousy when being notified of there status via MySpace.

Fridays lack the excitement after being unemployed for 5 months.  A big thanks to you RECESSION for stealing the “oomph” Fridays once possessed.  Seriously.  I need a job. NOW.

I haven’t been writing much because my life is dull but dramatic and I have been handling it well. 

That is until I received a telephone call from Frappe at 11:30 last night.

He wanted to tell me he was sorry for making a disaster out of my life.  He then went on to tell me that he was admitting himself into an institution on Saturday.  An institution to help him for his addiction to money.  Really?  I hope they help him on his tendency to lie, cheat, and steal too.

Whatever, seriously.  What the fuck ever.

I continued listening to his “bullshit” for about 15 minutes.  In the garbled stream of bullshit I happened to hear the word “girlfriend’.  He claimed he had a girlfriend while we were dating. She was simply on vacation while we were together.   This made me cry.  No need to tell me what an idiot I am, I am fully aware.  I ended the conversation briefly after warning him that he had better have the rest of my money by 11pm today as we had discussed.

I discussed this with my Mom this morning and she screamed “BULLSHIT”.  My lack of self-esteem believes him to an extent because he has layed off of his need to stalk me with incessant telephone calls, emails, and texts.  Then again he probably knows he doesn’t have a chance and in his mind wants to look like somewhat of a man.

Who knows.  Man has issues.  Lots of them.

Issues are contagious and I have enough of my own.

I’m anxious.  Anxious for this miniseries to end. 

I met him in Starbucks parking lot at 7:45 pm to claim $500.  We had agreed to meet at 8 am but he needed to finish community service before he went to court for who knows what on Monday morning.  I gave him a break and obliged. 

He tossed 5 one-hundred dollar bills into my car via the tiny crack I left in the passenger side window.  He didn’t even get out of his car.  I tossed him a receipt and we each sped off in seperate directions.  I couldn’t drive quick enough. 

Yes, we agreed on a first payment in the amount of $600.  I obliged with his offering of a first payment in the amount of $500. 

He didnt ask to talk and no more than 10 words were exchanged between us.

I text messaged him later in the evening to remind him that I want the final $350 by Friday.  He responded, “I know.”

He called me this morning.  It seems that he had court today and his probation officer or as he called him “PO” mentioned the Citizen Complaint.  I am not sure whether to believe him.  Can you blame me?  The detective I dealt with assured me the Citizen Complaint would not affect him unless I came back into the station to file a report. 

So my life is still at a halt until Friday.  I hope by the end of next weekend this mini-series will have an ending. 

I know there will not be a happy ending but all I am looking for is an end.

I have remained in short contact with him in regards to when he is going to drop off the money. We have made plans to meet at a local coffee shop on Sunday at 12pm.

I have received random telephone calls from him with music in the background but immediately just hang up the phone and ignore the phone calls and the music in the background. I have received numerous “unknown” telephone calls, I am almost positive they are him. I received a string of text messages from him last night which included “I will turn my life around. I will remember you for life” “I should have been honest with you from the beginning, I didnt know I was going to fall for you.”

I cry.

It hurts but I am proud of myself. I am proud that I put my “big girl” panties on.

My nights of insomnia filled with my need to analyze the situation are not disappearing. I question everything that occurred in the 2 months we dated from his “love” for me to if he really did go to the dentist as he said he did.

I feel crazy.

The whirlwind of emotions that I feel are strong but I know they will fade. I am confident they will and until then I have to ride them out.

I feel in limbo. I need closure. I need a bank account that doesn’t remind me of the deceit.

Tomorrow is Sunday and hopefully the last scene of this nightmare.

Remember my weekend in Lake Geneva? Well, one of the horrendous events that happened was Frappe pretty much abandoning me there on Sunday night. He took a taxi back home. In short, he led me to believe that I passed out and locked him out of the suite. I did pass out but I think it was all a coy plan of his. It’s difficult to explain and even more difficult to understand but it now makes sense. He couldn’t be out of state for longer than 2 days due to his probation/parole whatever it may have been therefore instead of being upfront with me he staged this big “scheme”.

This was the first red flag and the last red flag before things would end. Who would have thought?

So… who wants the rights to my memoir?

 I am writing this blog in spurts. It’s not to keep you thriving off the drama that is my life but rather because I cannot compute the whole situation in one sitting.  It brings tears to my eyes and puts my need to analyze in overdrive. You can read more about the nightmare here and here.

The officer must have sensed that this was the last option I would want to take and offered to file a “Citizen Complaint” and mediate the situation.

This was the route I decided to take. As much of a crook he is I didn’t and still do not want to put him behind bars. I want to scare him and show him that he cannot and will not get away with the shit he pulled but I just cannot put him behind bars.

The officer asked me to call him and then hand off the phone to him. I did. The conversation went as follows:

“Hi, its K. I am at the police department and the officer wants to talk to you.”

“Ok, that’s fine.”

“This is Officer **** from **** Police Department. I have your exgirlfriend here who says you used her debit card without her authorization. Shut Up, let me talk. Alright, I understand you say she allowed you to use it but I am looking at your background and a judge would think otherwise. If she files the report there will be a warrant out for your arrest and you will be looking at some major time as these are felonies you committed. She is willing to work things out with you in the form of a Citizen Complaint. I will let her to talk to you now”

I trembled and fumbled my words as I told him that he had until this Sunday to reimburse me $600 the amount which will bring my checking account (I hope) back out of the negatives and he has until the following Friday to reimburse me the $200 which was the amount of cash I had in the checking account before he withdrew the cash.

In summary. I am probably losing money but I do not care. I want my checking account out of the negative and this criminal out of my life. I emailed him as he had requested outlining the terms of the agreement. I ended the email with the following, “I hope you realize its not too late to turn your life around. You have good qualities and you need to look within.”

So were there any red flags? 

To Be Continued..

*Other possible title for this series of posts:  “Who Steals from the Unemployed, Seriously?”