the silent war
me: and my $43 wasn't on the dresser
t: really?
me: I never did see that again
me: yeah really
t: sounds a bit underhanded to me
me: c'mon
me: he sold half my stuff to fund his trip
me: he's all about underhanded
t: thats is what i was implying...
t: so he sold your stuff for that trip?
me: i know...
me: to go schlup his exgirlfriend who was at our wedding
me: yup
me: my dad passed away a few years ago....only thing I got was his computer and my bookcase from childhood back
t: that was stupid
me: two things
me: that was it
me: the computer...when I got it
me: was password protected
t: ok
me: I couldn't figure out the password right
me: then this chick from england that my dad knew
me: I called her
me: and asked her if she knew what it was
me: she says "hey he said you might call about this one day...."
me: she starts to cry
me: she says "do you have a pen?"
me: I'm like 'yeah.....don't cry though'
me: she says "ok but you can put your pen down...the password...is
me: iloveyoukristy
t: :-)
me: i swear...true story
t: i know
me: so....like i log onto my dad's pc
me: talk to all these people he's talked to for 7 years
me: on his buddy lists
me: they're all happy to see what they think is him
t: yep
me: it was good and it was bad in a way
me: cause those people thought he bailed
me: and I set them straight
me: made a few friends that still talk to me
t: wow
me: people knew all about me
me: it was so weird tony
me: they knew my name
me: my kids name
me: they knew stuff
t: I can imagine
me: they were all like 'he was so happy you guys reconciled"
me: it was kewl to get perspective from people he knew but I didn't know
t: right
me: ok ...so like he had all these pictures on that pc
me: of himself..his dogs...just stuff
t: right
me: when husband split
me: he took the pc
me: he sold it
me: its gone
me: just gone
me: and he never would tell me where
me: its just gone
t: that dick
me: i try really hard not to let stuff matter because when it matters...i just lose it
t: it seems like it
me: i mean stuff is just stuff...but some stuff...is not
t: i know
me: i don't know why i tell you this stuff
me: its not happy stuff
t: but it is your stuff
me: so what i need to just get over it
t: ?
me: i need to let it go
t: let what go?
me: i need to forget about it
me: i mean
me: not talk about it
t: why.?
me: i don't know
me: its just not good stuff to remember
t: if it helps you feel better then it is fine
me: what's really f'd about it
t: to talk to me about it
me: that password was still on there
me: i never told husband or anyone else what it was
me: so whoever or wherever it went
me: pretty useless
t: yep
me: seems stupid to lose something like that that no one else can benefit from
me: and he wont' tell me anything about it
me: where it went or how or why
me: just gone
t: like I said before....dick
me: yeah
me: i kn ow
me: try going to used bookstores and seeing your books
me: that you never sold to them
t:
me: or better yet....paying $4 a piece to get your cd's back
t: that was not very nice of him
me: does it all the time
t: still?
me: cause don'tcha know...what is mine is his
me: yeah still
t: with out asking?
me: yeah
me: without asking, without telling and then he denys it
t: dick
me: says i did it and can't remember...or says nothing
me: or I end up so angry that he can't even just admit it that i just end up throwing stuff against walls acting insane
me: and so mostly I just say nothing cause i'd rather just skip it all
t: right
me: but there are reasons I say that I want him to walk into his house one day and see nothing but lightbulbs hanging
t: exactly
me: everyone says sell his stuff....take his stuff...he has nothing to sell
me: or to take
me: the only thing he owns is his clothes
t: thats it?
me: yeah
me: I swear
t: now that is pathetic
me: he tends to give his stuff away
me: or sell it
me: or something
me: i asked him once not to touch my stuff anymore
me: i'm not materialistic but I buy it...work for it
me: and its mine
me: and he sells everything
t: right
me: and then it makes me insanely covet what I do have
me: so I told him not to take my cd's and listen to them in his car ...right
me: he said he wouldn't
t: right
me: then one time i'm in the car with him and Bucky shows me where all my cd's in his car are
me: so...i said nothing
me: Bucky was there
t:
me: 2 days later i drove up to clearwater where he works and I let all the air out of his tires and took my cd's out of his car
me: he never said a word to me about what he did or that his tires were all flat
me: not one word
t: lol
t: that is strange
me: yeah he never said a word to me
me: about the cd's being gone
me: or his tires being flat
me: but a couple weeks ago when he got the mustang
t: right
me: he told me "you can drive the nissan it has a cd player in it and i dont' HAVE any CDS
t: lol
me: its a goofy situation
me: cause we don't scream and yell
me: cause I just don't do that anymore
me: I just get even
me: its like a silent war
t: =)