Dios Mio.

Ok, this has gone on long enough. It's not even funny anymore. Surely not entertaining. Aside from the fact that it's petty, it almost constitutes bickering over a man and really... that's so beneath me.

You go on with your delusions of grandeur. I really don't care anymore. After this post, I'm done with you. I have more important matters to focus on. Like my kid, my work and my friends.

I don't know what you wish to accomplish with your little jab at my weight. Please. Pfft. Be a little more original. Calling me fat by using a medical term? I graduated with a degree in Public Health. Moron. Could you be a little more obvious? Last I checked, only first graders do this shit. And planting that seed of doubt about his fidelity? Holy Christ woman... you're only proving to me that you do indeed have the IQ of a tse-tse fly.

How many times must I repeat that I am not the least bit concerned whether or not I am the only woman in his life? Because when you look at it, I'm not the one who's being unfaithful. And I'm not blindly stupid either. I know where I stand and I'm content where I am.

Criminy... like YOU were the ONLY one in his life too? Puh-lease. Where do you think I get the information about you from? Who do you think tells me stuff about you? Bimbo. If he hadn't told me about you, I wouldn't even know you existed. Susmio.

Your little game is tiring me. And I'm a little sorry that I allowed myself to get swept into this holy clusterfuck of idiotic back and forths. The only thing I got out of this is an increase in readership in this here little blog AND a couple of laughs at your expense.

Michelle, go live your life and stop butting into mine. And for crying out loud, don't give Leo away like you own him. You don't. He belongs where he wants to belong. No one has ever been able to dictate to him. I've no plans on starting. I pick my battles. I know where I stand. He and I are great friends. More than anything, we are really great friends. He knows that, I know that.

Shit, we even talk about what we're gonna do after we break up. And we laugh about it. I already know he's not THE ONE. And I'm ok with that. The important thing to me, at least, is that we're getting what we need and want from each other and no one is being made a fool of because everything is transparent.

Leo's a great guy. Someday, he'll make a great boyfriend and possibly a great husband. He already knows how to take care of a family. He knows he wants to be ready before he starts a family. And one day... maybe in the VERY distant future, he'll mature enough to buckle down and start having that family. When that day comes, I'll STILL be his friend.

Thank you for directing a lot of traffic over to this blog. Other than Richard and Church, who I both love dearly, nobody really reads this blog. Mostly because nobody knows about it.

Besides, the REALLY juicy stuff is in the other blog. :)

Now shoo fly don't bother me.