Then I realized that I've written very little that's actually about me. Sure, you've heard about my job, my cases, my munchkin, my busted hot water heater. But what do you really know about me?
I think it's time to change that. So, here are a few random pages out of my diary - if, you know, i actually had one:
I had the strangest dream last night. I was back at my haunted apartment in Concord. After months of having stuff randomly disappear or be mysteriously moved - and pictures flying off the walls with incredible force - I SAW the ghost. Her black cat walked towards me in the mirror. As the cat walked past my leg, his tail wound around my knee. And I swear I felt the cat's tail brush against my leg in real life. Then, before I could run away, I saw the ghost standing right behind me - arm outstretched. Green eyes, flaming red hair, long billowing white dress, floating right behind me in the mirror. Her hand was a mere inch from my shoulder. And it suddenly became unbearably cold in the house.
Unlike what I really did that night, I didn't run out of the house and crash hubby's date. Instead, I headed downtown and drank myself silly in one of the bar's old jail cells... I mean, what else is a girl to do when she's terrified to go back to her house because of the ghost in the mirror? Alcohol and a big strong man to make her feel safe again. A perfect combination, don't you think?
But it makes me wonder what would have happened if I hadn't surprised them at the movies that night. (They did invite me, so I wasn't really crashing. Well, he invited me. She SO didn't want me there.) Oh, I'm sure they still would have screwed that night. But I wonder... Would I still have been in his head the whole time? Would I still have won out in the end? Would we all be happier if it worked out another way?
Speaking of wondering...I've decided why I'm not the biggest Facebook fan. Okay, sure, it's great that I get to talk to old friends again. And I love my silly pieces of flair and Mob Wars is a nice distraction. But it's too easy to find someone on there. And there are certain people I don't want to find me. Ever.
Well, one in particular. My ex. My stalker.
Has he been trying to find me? Does he know where I live? Where I work? Know where Andrew goes to school? I know I shouldn't think about it. It'll drive me crazy. But I'll always wonder if he's out there somewhere looking for me. Worry about what I'll do if he ever finds me again. What HE'D do if he ever found me... It's the stuff my nightmares are made of.
That snake.
Snakes. Why are my adversaries all snakes lately? I can't even bring myself to read the email that rolled in 2 minutes before close of business Friday. The nicest thing I can say about this particular adversary is she's an idiot. Why can't she understand the very simple facts of this case: she agreed to pay these invoices! We settled this case. Her client signed a release. The client accepted settlement funds. She signed a stip of dismissal with prejudice. The case cannot be more over. Except in her own mind - incompetent as it may be.
New subject. I won't let myself get worked up over these people. Again.
There are far better things to get worked up over. But for now, I think it's time to pour myself a big glass of wine and get back to work on this brief...
1 comment:
Great post. I too wonder if my stalker knows where I am. I can only guess since he hasn't been stalking me lately he doesn't.
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