I've been scouring all the places that don't update automatically, and changing my age. Wow. For over a week there, I was lying to everyone and stating that I was still 30. Oh well. I guess that the few who screamed that I was lying on the internet can actually be correct for a change. *snicker* I mean, I agree with them all. I should be stoned and tarred and feathered for posting such incriminating, horrible, false information! I should think of the perverts who jack off to this! There's a rumor that they can only get hard when they know the blogger is exactly 30. Not 29 or 31 or 32. But strictly 30. Think of all the horrible blue balls I caused them! The internet may never recover...
Enough of that.
The kids are off, playing. The man in my life is back on the road. That left me with some time to do some things that I really didn't want to do, and dig up some old movies that I have never had the pleasure of watching before. One of them was Fatal Attraction. Man. That entire movie brought back horrible memories of DeSlut and her adventures with my brother in law. It almost made me cry. Almost. The horrors that she caused our family came flooding back, and I thought about them for a long time after watching the film. She actually had the nerve to ask me what I was "doing there" in my home with my husband and children. She actually demanded that I turn over custody of my boys to her and my brother in law (what? couldn't they make their own babies??). She demanded that we include her in family gatherings, only to show up drunk and screaming slurring insults at me. One of which was my baby shower for Chloe. Another was my father's Independence Day Barbecue.
We stopped inviting her, and she took to online to harass and threaten and basically make my life a living hell. She would email Namecheap.com and demand the credit card number that bought my domain, claiming that it was her credit card, and she wanted to know the name on the account. Luckily, eNom saw through her act and told her to send them the credit card number and they would compare notes. Otherwise, get a police order or leave us alone. She couldn't do that, so she started lying about eNom on various places on the web. Mostly on boards where I frequented for business and pleasure. The most memorable one was Web Hosting Talk. Man. I was too embarrassed to go back there for years after the scene she pulled there.
Her insanity revolved around her being pregnant by Billy, my brother in law, and demanding that he step up and be a man. Billy denies ever having sex with her, but his memory isn't too good these days. She has been faking pregnancies and miscarriages, all caused by Billy, his refusal to marry her, his refusal to talk about her in public, his refusal to abandon his family for her, since 2002. Every year she would harp about how she had friends die at his art and book shows, so he owed her. She would scream how they got drunk and fucked and she was pregnant. Then when he wouldn't give her huge amounts of money, she would get drunk again, hurl insults about me, my children, my life, at him, and the next morning there would be this huge drama sob-fest about how he made her drink, and she lost the baby. She never once had a baby bump, even when she was claiming to be eight-and-a-half months pregnant. But then she claimed her "smoking cigarettes" made her have extremely small babies. Ummmmm....
That isn't even half of the shit she did to me in that eight-year period of harassment, emotional torture and mental abuse. There is more. Much, much more. But I am not going to air that out here, now. It's not my place, and doesn't relate to the topic at hand: How Billy's love life was a perfect mirror of the film Fatal Attraction. How I saw much of DeSlut in the Alex character in the film. The writers could have been doing a documentary on our lives from 2002-2010, it was just that similar to what I went through.
I put Fatal Attraction on my external drive, to be burned onto one of the many DVDs that I am working on. Eventually, I will watch it again. Just not when it makes me queasy.