I'm tired of being pissed off.

#1 - So, yesterday Paul had his first day back at work with his new painter, #3. #3 seems like a nice enough sort, he says, but the other helper (the guy that #3 arrived with) left at 3:30 yesterday (on his FIRST DAY) leaving Paul to work a 12 hour day to make up for the lost hours. At the shop, #3 and his two helpers are given a list at the beginning of the day that has to be completed by the end of that day. Generally, if all three of them are working hard they can finish it by the end of regular work hours. But, if any one of the three is slacking, or leaves early, the other two have to double their work load. Paul didn't get home til after 8 last night and had to be back at SEVEN this morning. And then, just now, he called (7:15) and #3 ISN'T THERE YET! So, he made him work 12 hours yesterday (and, when Paul said he was leaving, he said 'why, are you tired?') then come back to work 11 hours after he got home and then wasn't there. Pissed. Off.

#2 - This is really very unimportant but I find it so offensive that I have to share. Every couple of months I go and look at my ex-husband's blog. It usually kind of makes me feel good cause he's such a, well, loser and that makes me feel better about the fact that I didn't have to spend my life with him and got a 100X better husband after he was gone. But yesterday I saw something on it that made me, quite literally, see red. So, you all know how he left me, I think. But quick recap: he drove me to a university exam one day and never showed up to pick me up. When I finally made my way home (with no keys, money, purse) there was a terse note and his keys in our mailbox and he had left. He had been carrying on an online affair for a while and that woman had driven up from Texas to carry on a weeklong real affair before packing her car full of my husband's stuff and leaving.

When I saw the note I tore around the house trying to see what/how much he had actually taken, not believing that he was gone. One of the hardest things was our bedroom. When I checked the dresser to see if his clothes were gone, I opened 5 totally empty drawers and the last drawer which was totally empty except for a big stack of cards, all the birthday, anniversary, Valentine's Day, Christmas cards that I had ever given him. Unbelievably cruel. Unneccesarily cruel. And then, even worse, I turned around and saw that he had taken our quilt. His mother, an amazing quilter, had created this quilt for us. She asked us both about our favorite colors and patterns and then made a quilt with two distinct sides; one mine, one his. She sewed on a large patch with our names and the date and place of our marriage. She then brought the nearly completed quilt to my mother and asked her if she and her sisters would each put in some of the remaining stitches so we could truly say it was a family quilt. My mom did that and that quilt meant the world to me. We slept under it every night of our marriage.

On his blog yesterday there was a picture of their new dog, standing in front of their bed and on the bed was our quilt. Just typing that make me want to scream. What kind of human being does that? Sleeps with his woman under the quilt made lovingly for him and another woman. Not just made for them but with their names and marriage information sewn right onto it. And, my God, what kind of woman allows that? Would you sleep under a quilt made for your boyfriend/husband and another woman? Seriously.

Most of the time I think of my ex with neutral feelings. He left me in a horrible way, but I'm glad he left or I would have never met Paul. But this is just beyond words to me. My friends, and frankly, some of his friends, have told me that they believe he is a sociopath and looking at the things on his blog and thinking about him and his decision making process, I believe that to be true. He self identifies now as the 'Genuine American Monster' and I think he is.

Thank the Lord I never have to see him again and thank the Lord that I have Paul instead.