From the Vet???

You called me from the vet???
The fucking Vet?????
What are you thinking.
I know you did not respect
me enough to listen to me
while we were married,
but you think so little
of me that you can not
even call from somewhere
that you could hear me???
What the fuck are you thinking?
I know you were not planning
on listening, but how bout hearing???

You want the fucking "why"?
Hear you go, everyone else stop reading.
Three years ago, that change with Mona,
You stopped listening to me.
Heck, maybe you never listened before,
but that was a time when you should have.
You REALLY should have listened to me.
You wouldn't, you were your stubborn self.
What I withdrew during that was
exactly what you wanted at the end.
I talked til I was blue in the face.
You would not listen.
You ended this rather than listen.
Great choice dipshit.
If you would not even listen to me while I was your husband,
what the fuck makes you think I would trust you as a friend????

Fuck you

Oh, don't bother changing that thing back,
I was waiting years for you to,
and in the end I realized,
I should have ended it then.
Hey, and seeing this is my one chance to vent,
that thing with Kyle that I never agreed with?
yeah, fuck you for that as well.
I never wanted to do that and should not have been forced.
The bullshit you stirred up from that was all crap,
just you trying to get your way, as usual.
And one last parting gift,
I fucking did not want to go to Colorado!
It makes me so fucking mad that you just
contantly disrespected my feelings on that.
I've got a bagfull of these, but my point is made
In the words of Cleo, "Oh Well".

yeah, that call irritated me just a bit,
how did you guess?
I probably should not blog on days
that I am pissed at my ex, but she called.
Now the whole world knows the whys
and the wherefores better than her.
Because if she did not listen,
what makes you think she would
care enough to read and understand?
And if she does read this?
Oh, here is a parting "Fuck You",

Fuck You

(wow, a fuck count of 10, Dave is pissed)
(and now it is 11)
That is how I like my blogs, raw and painful.
Gets it right out of me and onto a page,
and now I can turn around,
finish working out,
take a nice long hot shower,
and go out for a nice night on the town.
A nice dinner, maybe a beer or a glass of wine,
I think I will be driving my good truck out tonight.
Heck, maybe some racing on Xbox Live later.
Yeah, thats the ticket, Filet Mignon, or pasta,
and maybe some folk music if I can find some.
Wow, and the anger of my old life disapates,
replaced again by my new single life.
Just by writing it all to the world,
I feel better.