Dead Horse

During Mr.'s recent trouble (see Sweet Adversity), he had me change his passwords, again, and lock down his pages, again. He didn't want anything to do with "that woman", he told me, "make sure she can't contact me on ANY of my accounts." So I did what he asked, as I usually do. Of course now that they are back in bed together, I supposed I should have assumed he'd unlock all of his accounts to her. I mean, it only makes sense, right? So in that spirit, I shouldn't have been shocked to see her glowering face staring at me from his page. Even more, I shouldn't have clicked on her face to link up to her page. I hadn't for a while, didn't need to as others always sent me the info that condemned Mr. as soon as she wrote it. But I did this morning, and she had a nice fresh detail of their little tender moments, their struggles, and their longing to attend Merava, which they couldn't because "it is all I had left". WTF??
I assure you that moving on has not left me bereft of everything except Merava.
And since Mr still assumed that our sex life would continue unhindered, and of course good sex is always a tantalizing treat, I felt the need this morning to be definitive about which course I was taking in life. I told him goodbye....again. I also contacted the group moderator and let him know I didn't care if they were members. One source of revenue in a club is as good as another. As long as they leave me the fuck alone when I attend, I don't care anymore. I was genuine and earnest, but....sorry guys, your membership is still rejected. AND, it's NOT because of me.
I'm not lacking for offers of companionship. And, by being single again, I've no reason to say no anymore. I intend to have fun for awhile, be selective in my companions, and maybe meet someone that won't lie to me and break promises. In fact I look forward to a man who will LOVE spending time with me, without taking half of that time to further his Online Booty Calls, or talk to other girls in my presence. I won't be sorry to not always be wondering who he's cheating with now and feeling like I have to look over my shoulder 24/7. He is who he is, for better or worse. Thanks, Mr. for the good times. Screw you for the bad ones. Good luck in your future, I do hope all goes well. The story ends, time to choose a new book.