Just the Physco EX-girlfriend
I am a woman. I have done and said things that I am NOT proud of - nor would I dare repeat doing certain things in my life. But, internet, this woman has to win the prize and title of super physco.
Last Sunday I got to spend the day with RM. We drove back to his place and planned on watching the NASCAR race with his friends at a small bar in his town. I am not a huge fan of go-fast-turn-left- but know enough to actually look and sound like I care about it.
When we arrive at the bar RM states under his breath that “oh great…C is here”
I have seen this woman once. She is older than RM and from the stories so far- their relationship was miss matched. We got comfy into our seats and proceeded to join in the banter of comments that were going on in the bar.
The first negative sign from C was a comment about boobs. “more than a handful is a waste”. As a woman who wears a DD…this comment was directed at me.
She proceeded to get some more digs in as we attempted to chat with RM’s friends.
She left. Tension blew out of the room like a trail of dust behind her.
She has been calling RM and writing him letters. She is a real piece of work.
We chatted with eachother and I was starting to have a good time. THEN- she came BACK!
She plunked her skinny ugly ass right near us and the comments started to fly again.
We decided to leave. RM was getting upset, as was I.
We drove to another favorite haunt of RM’s and walked in to find approx 5 people there and no C. whew…
RM made the comment to the bartender that we were being stalked by C. Other people in the bar quickly surrounded us so no empty seats were available if she would show up. 6 minutes later…there she was. She stumbled into the bar. AND I mean actually fell into the bar. The loud cackle of comments fired up and RM actually got up– pushed his chair back and stood in the “STOP IT ” stance. People from the bar were even telling her to leave us alone. In a community of 84….everyone knows what a witch she is. I was getting upset and after a comment about my weight…the steam could have been visibly seen coming from my ears.
We left again. We drove around for almost two hours and talked about the ex.
This woman appears to have brass balls when she has been drinking vodka.
I don’t need this.
RM assured me he has NO feelings for her and just wants her to go away.
I explained I can not promise that on a given night and enough bud light in my system….he better have enough cash to post my bail.