Part 2 of the last day of my 39th year

...so I call Peter later in the day after not speaking to him for several hours. After the usual 5 minutes of bullshit chit-chat, I say to him, (the bottom line really, of how I've been feeling for a very long time):

"Listen, you have got to get your goddamned willy under control once and for all, Mister Dominant Man. You sit there and whine and give me shit about how you feel like you're never "enough" for ME, but guess what? You've got a WIFE and THREE KIDS at home, and ME, and now you want to go back to HER too? I guess I'm just not enough for YOU. The sad fact is, we just don't seem to be enough for each other.

And frankly that disappoints the hell out of me after being with you for over two fucking YEARS. You TOLD me that it was over with her, Peter, and I thought that meant permanently. Silly me, I should have got that in writing I guess. I don't CARE if you're platonic friends with her, hell, you can have 5 million platonic female friends and I don't give a rat's ASS. But you and I both know that it's NOT platonic with Karen, and now you seem to want to go right back to what you had with her...and just how you think that makes ME feel? I DID feel special when you told me you were ending it with her...I DID feel like you actually felt something for me. I guess since you're changing your mind and wanting her back again, that no longer is the case. So don't sit there and TELL me how "special" I am, because it's CRAP.

Maybe you miss that extra challenge of rushing around crazy like a chicken with your head cut off, trying to fuck her and me and your wife too. Maybe you THRIVE on being overloaded and overwhelmed with sex and women all the time. THAT is the dysfunction I was talking about earlier. YOU are never happy, Peter, YOU never seem to get enough, YOU are the one who has a string of women a mile long. I don't KNOW this Karen chick, I don't KNOW if she's got AIDS or herpes, I don't know who SHE fucks, or whom her HUSBAND fucks on the side either----and THAT is why it is so upsetting, I don't like putting my mouth on your cock after SHE does and vice versa. I don't like having you dip your wick into MY pussy after you've been with her, and vice versa. It's bad enough I've got to compete with your stupid vanilla WIFE and 3 kids and full-time JOB all the time just to get an hour of your precious time once a fucking week. Knowing you'll be spending time with her only takes more time away from ME, and frankly that's just unacceptable because I don't get ENOUGH of your time as it is. So don't sit there and tell me how MUCH you spend time with me, because we haven't been out in WEEKS, to lunch or anything else, and you've only come over ONCE a week since February.

Maybe I just make it too easy for you, always on my knees and available whenever you want me, always being at your beckoned call...I don't know. But you need to get that stupid penis of yours under control once and for all and ask yourself what---and whom---you really WANT, because I have HAD IT."

Silence on the other end of the line. And more silence.

Then he says..."I'll see you tomorrow." in a very tight-lipped, firm, kinda "I'm- going-to-beat-your-ass-so-hard-you'll-feel-it-for-a-month" voice. Then: CLICK.

Omnious. Angry. I have succeeded in pissing off a man whose strength could choke the very life out of me if he wanted to. Maybe he should. It would put an end to this misery.

It should prove to be a rather fucked up birthday tomorrow. Yippy fucking skippy.

---Sassy Girl