Apparently Labor Day is not my holiday

What a great fucking weekend. Let's recap shall we?

First, I do a fantastic thing for myself ending a relationship with a narcissistic bastard. A loooooong lasting booty call over the last year that started off amazing and end off - a dud. However the fucktard just totally drove a knife in my heart in not giving a shit. Case in point when I start the conversation I say:

"Sooooo we have been seeing each other for a year now."

Response:

"It's been a year?"

"Yes fuck you it has and now its done"

"Oh ok."

This is what I get, oh ok. And yes I have been totally bored with this but still, "oh ok?" "Oh O-fucking K?" Come on. But whatever, I'm through with banging boys that remind me of my ex. I mean if I wanted to be humped with nothing in it for me, I would have stayed married.

And then, something happened I can not discuss. But trust, it wasn't my fault, but I had to clean it up. Which probably put me in a pissy mood (along with the first part of this) in my subcon mind for the next one.

Oh yes, we all know this one, the whole "sexy brit" incident? Yes, where in one fell swoop I ruined any possibility for anything in the future. And if you don't know go down a few posts....and now you know. I mean in my defense any one who knows me, knows don't wake me up...seriously don't, a cranky me (oops I just wrote my name) is a force to be reckoned with but le sigh, it was all my fault. But I was cranky!

But let us not forget about the icing on the cake. The phone call at 2am Sunday night, by an ex. Who proceeded to tell me I am a cunt, a whore, a bitch, you name it - he for sure shit said it.

I guess I have no right to be happy.

So I don't know how much farther the rabbit hole I can go. Though it's gotta get better from here right? No matter what, the only time I am leaving the house this week is to go to work and the gym. The worst part about this weekend is that I didn't make spin for 4 days and feel like a fat bastard (get in my belly!) No actually that is not the worst. And no its not an ex going off on me -and no I'm not saying what was the worst - for some reason I was immune to that, but I wasn't immune to the fact that after that phone call I couldn't sleep for 3 hours finally fell asleep at 6 and in affect could not work out this morning.

Fucking men and their shit is totally fucking my shit up. As my mother says, "no wonder there are so many lesbians!"

No I will never go lesbian I like boys too much.

So in summary, next labor day I will not consider it a holiday and will go into work on Monday.