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Mug shot Tuesday. That’s me improvising a mug shot. I bought that cute cup in Chinatown in Buenos Aires last August. I fell in love with all of them but chose that one because it has blue, my favorite color. That’s my jasmine tea cup day 1. I have many cups and mugs (for different kinds of tea and time of the day) and I use them in a specific order because most of you know that I hate washing dishes. I can go 7 days without putting the dishwasher and always have a clean cup. Next week, my morning tea cup day 1.

Cable Guy canceled saying he’ll come later today.
My friend didn’t come and I spent two hours trying to get the insurance company telling me what to do about the camera that maybe my son broke at the museum last month. Nobody helped me. I got tired and tried to do it online. I’m not sure I did the right thing. I don’t care. They can contact me now.
I won’t be able to finish everything before the end of the year. That makes me a bit sad. And I’m feeling sick since yesterday.

After the man told me that his aunt said that his parents were visiting to see him and that it wasn’t nice that he was going away for a few days, I said: “Your mother asked your aunt to tell you that. The other times she asked your dad to be the one telling you that they were coming specially for you. She never tells you, she sends somebody else. She plays the victim all the time. She’s very invasive and manipulative. She’s not a nice person. She’s MEAN. Very mean and plays the little kitten. She did much more than going through my stuff, asking you about your ex-girlfriends in front of me, overruling me in front of my kids and spreading bad rumors about me. She’s the one pulling the threads and your father, your aunt and you are her puppets. Do you think I didn’t notice her game all this time?? I only hated that you NEVER took my side and only believed her fake crying. One day, I got tired of it. You chose to believe her. And it seems that you still do!!”.
“I really couldn’t believe you, you always exaggerate and you never liked her.”
“I exaggerate????? Every time, from the minute they said they were visiting, my eye started twitching. Then after they left, I needed 6 days to recover…. Oh shit!! You are right, I exaggerate!! I probably needed only 5 days to recover!! So, now that you know that they are coming, are you stressed??”
“Yes, I can’t sleep at night and I can’t concentrate during the day. And now that you mention all this, many years ago when I was still living in Italy, my girlfriend at the time told me that my mother was saying bad things to her on the street. I didn’t believe it because that girl was a liar”.
“Well, I don’t lie. She’s a good actress and plays the victim very well so I look like I’m the bad person here”.
“No, you are not the bad person. When I told them that you left, they insisted that one of us had had an affair. I told them it wasn’t true but they kept insisting on that. A few weeks ago when I told them I had a girlfriend, they said: ‘You had it all this time and that’s why Paola left’.”
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
“No, they are convinced that I was unfaithful and that’s why you left me.”
“I really don’t want to talk to your mom, but you can tell her that the main reason I left, was HER”.

I CAN’T BELIEVE THESE PEOPLE!!!!

All the big fights with the man were mostly because of his parents. They always meant trouble. The ugly mother remembered that she had a son after she knew we were together. She never liked me. One of these days I’ll tell the story of the day I met her. I promised that in March, I didn’t forget… It’s just when I remember about it, it’s like mixing a bowl full of shit, all the smell comes up and I feel sick.

Now something happier. My kids guessed at least 2 items each of what they got for Sinterklaas. That means that I’ll have to get them presents. The only one who didn’t score was Cutie because I guessed for him. I suck!

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In the afternoon I wrote an email to the man’s aunt thanking her for the gift . This is what I wrote:

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I added the man on the BCC. He was a bit pissed. He said: “Why did you do that? You are making your life even more difficult”.
True, that was quite a lot of money. Money comes and goes. I just don’t want to lose my dignity.

Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when I said I didn’t want to be known as the “Ass Groping Blog” and tried a post about “Flashing Boobs “?

These are my new search terms. I think I want to cry now.

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~ by DotedOn on December 23, 2014.

77 Responses to “118”

  1. Reblogged this on Survivors Blog Here.

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  2. Hi Paola. What were the new search terms? Sorry about the trouble with the mans family. Some families are just nuts! Not normal. Like to cause trouble wherever they go. XX

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    • I’m glad you are feeling better 🙂
      That family is crazier than mine but in a painful way!!
      The new search terms are:

      boobs grab in the bus
      boob grab in train
      boobs pressed boys in the bus

      unbelievable, right?? 🙂

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  3. Boobs seem to be the word of the day! Whoever is searching seems to like grabbing boobs on public transportation. 😀 BTW, I really like your coffee mug!

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  4. Those search terms are so bizarre! Love the mug!

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  5. Oh those search terms… /smh

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  6. Twin P
    You got what you wished for, no more ass grabbing. What’s the plan now? Maybe a good vomit or poop post? There are plenty left from our conversation!
    Happy to talk with you yesterday. Hope you are feeling better.
    Hugs
    Limping Along Twin M

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