I just got back from dinner with one of my girlfriends, Katie. We normally meet up every Monday for dinner and chit chat. And by chit chat I mean us bitching about how much our lives suck. Which actually is quite comical because we've discovered we don't ever have "normal people" drama. It's always some crazy Maury Provich meets Judge Judy craziness.

But I digress... we ended up going to the Cheesecake Factory. Can I please just say whatever horrible day you have whether its boy trouble, job trouble, or life just sucking in general... I've discovered that the cure is Red Velvet Cheesecake... The greatest invention of life! One bite and all your troubles melt away. It's seriously a slice of nirvana...

Ok back to reality... The reason I started this blog is because I've googled about situations that have happened in my life to see if anyone in the world can understand where I'm coming from and shockingly either no one has ever been in shoes or they're too scared to write about it sooooo I figured I would break the ice, start a blog about my life, and see if anyone can understand my point of view.

I've never blogged before in my life. And the only thing I've ever written were papers that were due in school. I've never even kept a diary so I apologize in advance if my writing isn't as cohesive as you would like... whoever decides to read this...

I recently just got out of a relationship which first started out as a fairytale and then downward spiraled into the biggest nightmare of my life. This is actually quite the accomplishment considering the fact that I thought the last long term relationship I was in was a complete and utter disaster. I guess it just goes to show you (not to sound like a Debbie Downer) once you think things can't get any worse... they can. But anyways, like I said things started out great but to be honest I think I chose to ignore the warning signs. First of all he had a kid. Now before people start getting all defensive I have no issues with people that have children as long as their childs mother isn't one of those crazy psycho women. Unfortunately, that is exactly what I got. This chick was like a cross between Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction and the one nutso chick in Single White Female. Actually, scratch that... you know Ali Larter in Obsessed? I swear I think this girl could have been her understudy.

At first things were fine. I never heard from her. But the main reason for that was because she never knew about me (warning sign number one). And the reason she never knew about me in the beginning was because of all the psychocticness that would unfold if she found out her "baby daddy" wasn't with her. So after she found out about me all these emails, phone calls, and text messages started flowing in. At first it was a little overwhelming for me. I had never been with a guy that had a kid before. But after a while I kinda got used to the madness and just started ignoring all of her wack-job ways. Unfortunately she was the least of my problems. It turns out that not only did the ex butter her up too keep her from filing child support, but he would also meet up with her and hang out like everything was cool so she would still help him out with things. Which is kinda weird considering I was supposed to be the chick in his life, but to each his own I guess. Then to make matters worse he would text and meet up with other girls and play it off like he didn't care that he had a girlfriend (me). And the cherry on top of all this is I didn't find out about any of this until after we moved in together. So currently I've been trying to get the demon spawn out of my apartment, which is in my name, but I haven't been successful. I got him as far as packing his clothes but never actually physically moving them out. The furthest they got was to the living room which then promptly went back into the closet after I told him those clothes needed to get out of my living room. In my mind I thought that meant get your shit out of my place, but in his mind I think it was an invitation to stay.

Mind you all this is just the tip of the iceberg and I still have more to come; however, it's almost 1am and the sandman is whooping my behind... Goodnight!