I'm going to try to make this short, cut and dry. I'm sure it's gonna get read by a billion people, friends or otherwise and there will be comments. That's fine.
My last blog caused a stir. Got lots of comments and whatnot from it. I also received a phone call from the subject of the blog. First time in a couple of months. I'm not going to get into details because it's indecent to elaborate. Positive or negative, it was our business. Suffices to say, it was not pleasant. Left me feeling pretty fucked up in a couple of ways. Really rocked my boat. 2 hours later, my heartrate is finally close to normal.
As you all know from talking to me in general and from the last blog that I was well on my way to recovery from all the silliness that's happened recently. Of course this phone call was a setback. When we hung up, I was pissed, she was crying. I've calmed down, she's feeling fine now.
The point here is that I can't take the ups and downs. It's terrible for my body and my heart. Combining stressful situations with an existing Stage 2 Hypertension is a recipe for disaster.
I always said that no matter what happens now or in the future, I want to remember the good times. We were in love once. We had some great times. I never thought it was appropriate to disown those memories and erase the past... until now.
So without further gilding the lily, I'm just going to say it. I want no mention made of any of it to me going forward. No more "did you hear..." or "how are you dealing with..." or "any news about..." or anything else. I don't want to reminisce about the past, the good times, the bad times. I don't want to know from nothing that's remotely related to it.
If you hear news, keep it yourself. If you're curious about something tied to it, keep being curious. If you talk to her, make every effort to leave my name out of anything. I don't care if your kid has the same name as her, use your kid's fucking middle name for all I care when you talk to me.
Now... if you're out to piss me off, then by all means, bring it up. First time, you'll get a look from me. Second time, I'll tell you to shut the fuck up. Third time, I'm walking away. Should you actually see me after that and bring it up I will shake down your fucking house with my reaction.
I hate to be harsh, but I needed it to be known that I mean business and it's over and done with. It's gone. As a matter of fact, it never even happened. I also hate to be public but this way I don't have to repeat myself a thousand fucking times which kinda defeats the purpose, doesn't it?
If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask. I'd be more than happy to answer them all to make sure it's all clear and we can avoid a future issue.
If someone on the other side of the fence (where the grass is apparently greener) disagrees... sorry for ya. You all had your chance to handle this openly and honestly like we're all actually in our late 20s. Should I pass someone in the street, I'll wave. I may even man up and shake your hand. After all, I can't profess to be an adult and then run the other direction, right? But that still means that none of this is open for discussion, negotiation or any form of communication.