Well, I guess I wish I could say this is short and sweet, but I severely doubt it. For a very long time I've been quiet about. I was going to be quiet, responsible, yet my name has gotten besmirched a little. Most of it can be traced to my ex-wife.
Last rewind a little. October, Halloween. At nearly the last minute I get recruited to host the Halloween party for my Mother. Originally I was just going to be sub-host for a little while until Mom got done with whatever personal business she was on. Nothing I haven't done before. Usually she shows back up for games, prizes and fun. My plan was to just show some Rocky Horror Picture show, make sure people had food, drink and were maybe a little liquored up. The usual plan then something comes up, throws it out of sync. I have to come up with the games, prizes, and the like. All that fun ****. I was happy to do it. However, I was nervous as hell inwardly.
I'm trying to hold it together. Klara is there to help me. My focus is on all the guests. I see my friend Renee. I hug her. Friendly hug. Nothing more. I say hello, greet her. Give her one as she checks on me once. Then one as she leaves.
Apparently, I'm so focused on the guests I don't see when Klara is trying to affectionate. Although, I was trying to lean on her during. Because she really f*cking came through that night. Well, those hugs to Renee didn't sit well. So, Klara starts questioning me about stuff. She thinks something is up, I try to assure her that wasn't the case. She tries telling me I'm distant, I'm this, I'm that and I've been that way since August. I try to assure her it was nothing. No big deal, a funk I'm trying to pull myself out of.
She asks about Renee. At this time Renee is a friend I never really forgot, but had only recently began talking to. We said passing comments to each other when we passed each other over the course of a year. However, prior to that year we were friends becoming best friends. It was because we could ***** about family, people, whatever without anyone questioning anything, reporting thing to people that were going to be sneaky bitches, etc. The whole thing was liberating to each of us. It's good for anyone to have that soundboard.
I got in trouble in my relationship at that time. Renee wasn't involved in anyway. So during that year I was focused on the relationship, repairing it, getting married, etc. I didn't invite Renee to the wedding because I was keeping it to family. When asked about this I really didn't know why. Inviting Renee just really wasn't a thought. She had her business and her life. The thought didn't come to me. Any questions I was asked about Renee and the Wedding was answered with a resounding, "I don't know."
Well, after the Halloween I got a lot of questions about Renee. "Did you sleep with her?" "Do you love her?" "Do you want her?" At first the questions weren't so frequent. I assured her none of them were true. Then Renee invited me to hang out with her at a bar. Nothing big and I didn't think anything of it. Renee knew I was married. ****, I thought she was 60 to 70 percent homosexual, 30 to 40 percent heterosexual. A kind of bisexual that seemed more encroached with women than men. She was into some dude at the time. She told me it was dude. They had dated or something, I don't know. She's told me a little about him. Honestly, I forgot his name and stuff because I really don't care. I forgot Klara's big ex before me. I'm interested in that stuff, but not insecure enough to be threatened by a past specter. Just how I am.
Well, I show up at the Handle Bar. We sit near each other, talk hang, and someone at the bar...one of Doc's kids starts to think we're a couple. Word gets out. Klara finds out and feels more threatened. This is when the questions become more frequent, more intense. I answer them all honestly. Nothing had happened. I wasn't attracted to her. The list of things go on. By now I'm sure we're in, or just before the thirty days of fighting.
A few days later. I'm bored. I don't see Klara around. Think she's busy. Renee invites me to The Handle Bar. I'm bored and so I go. Klara messages me. Asks to get something. Brings herself to the Bar. Sees me and Renee. Thinks the worst. I try to assure her I was sitting around bored for a long while. Honestly me and Renee were sitting, talking, no more, no less.
If Klara and myself aren't in the thirty days of fighting, we are now. The questions and arguments keep coming day after day. Another contributing factor was me bringing up something while we were intimate long before the thirty days of fighting which didn't help. It was an a weird "I SHOULD TELL HER ABOUT THIS BEFORE I FORGET" moment just at the worst time to have it. However, I'm a guy with a forgetful mind so I tell her which didn't help. That was a factor too since it was about Renee.
Another thing that didn't help at this time was the slave auctions. Klara lent me some money. Yeah, now I remember. I told Klara during intimacy time I was on the auction. Didn't consult her. Just did it. Even bid on some people too. Just people I knew, no more, no less. I just wanted to get in on it.
Well, Renee wins me. My auction said no hanky panky, my thoughts were get the attention of someone I've pissed off, become a human pincushion for three days, face lots of pain but get paid for it. Basically pay for an asskicking and torture. I thought it was a great idea. Yeah, telling Klara this is not a good thing.
I only bid on people due to having leftover cash from the business the money was going toward. With all this stuff, Klara thinks something really is going on. Her and I fight like cats and dogs for thirty days. Even on days where we agree it's a date night, no talk about Renee, and some point during the date she brings up Renee. Eventually the fighting makes us both so miserable I try to ask for some time just to regroup.
After one of the bar visits there was a fight that involved my mother, Doc, Mortll and Klara. I get put down a lot. Don't get a chance to defend myself. Doc is just on a tirade. Mortll even sets up a spectre after the whole thing goes south that I rip apart. The fighting has me asking for divorce because Doc wants me out of the picture. He wants me to admit that I want Renee's body. That I liked the attention getting from her. I try telling him that nothing's going on, but we're shouting at each other like a pair of dickheads. The whole thing makes me feel three inches tall. My Mom tends to do that sometimes. At one point my mistakes are promised to come back to kill Klara during this meeting. Like rather than me taking punishment, Klara would. Things get so bad I just ******* leave because I don't need to be in a two hour lecture/scream fest when I did nothing wrong, but it's guilty before proven innocent.
Anywho wanted to add that, Klara really doesn't back off. She asks me to break off the friendship with Renee and I really don't want to. Have you gotten my approval rating numbers? I think Nixon has more supporters than me. I fight to keep the friendship because she was a true friend. I wasn't trying to get into her panties, no her into my pants that lack undies, we just like to ***** about hings, hang out, that's it. Klara even gets defensive like, "OH! NOW YOU CAN'T TRUST ME!" And no, that wasn't it. Like most husbands on the planet I may like to ***** about the small **** my wife days that can annoy me but not enough to call up my lawyer. Small pet peeves. Things got so bad I felt like I couldn't say "Yes" to a question. I had to give some ******* answer that equals yes, but was worded in a way that was pleasing to Klara.
We even got into a fight over an issue where Klara was upset that I didn't agree or support her over a decision I didn't agree with. It wasn't a life or death thing, but if I don't like something I'm not going to support it. I expect my mother to smack me upside the head when I do something stupid. I wasn't going to agree with this thing just because Klara was my wife. I just saw it as not liking Skinnard after the crash, I wasn't going to suddenly support post-crash Skinnard because Klara likes it.
Eventually we agree to either a divorce or separation. The way it was worded to me I thought Klara and I were divorced. We agreed that we could do what we want, maybe date others. That was the impression I was given. I just wanted to get some time to regroup because lots of fighting. So, I told people I was divorced. Then Klara tried treating us like we were together or like-being together. It was ******* confusing.
For the record no, I didn't break off the friendship with Renee. I did for a short period then we got back to talking, which Klara expected.
I try focusing on the business I'm running. Klara and I talk. She keeps bringing up the loan to the point I pay her back in full just to get her to stop talking about it. The whole money thing feels like the Sword of Damoclse hanging over my head. During this time Renee and I actually become closer. December is in the air, it's mid december, maybe a little close to Christmas.
All of the fighting saw me turn to others for help. Renee was up there. I just wanted someone to talk to that didn't want to turn the room into a Jerry Springer show with no Steve or Crowd. Eventually one thing leads to another. We start dating.
I try to keep this private because I didn't want to rush into Renee's bed, arms, what have you as friends. I honestly wanted things to work out with Klara. With all that fighting though...it killed us. And it wasn't just like a week. I could have handled a week.
I play dumb sometimes as Renee and I show up to places. Some people see through it. However, I was divorced by this time officially (the wording got worked out). Yes, I lied to people because I didn't want it to look like "Hey, Klara's gone time to **** Renee like I always wanted!" Not how it worked.
Well, Klara still messages me between the new year and now. We have some talks, thing seem to be okay. Later she starts eventually telling me about Darth. VadabadabingbongSabre. Blade. The I-need-not-to-have-a-twelve-year-old-name-me-when-I-go-to-get-my-name-legally-changed guy. Whoever her boyfriend that wears the outfit I wore a year ago is. It's great. I'm happy she's happy. Some of the messages make sense like wanting my blessing. Others feel like gloating while wanting to know some type of closure.
I try to give her closure. My answers are the same while talking about the fighting. During the aftermath of the divorce Klara has contacted my ex-wife and as of two or three days ago Emily Argent. The ex wife I forget why. Emily to inform her that I'm divorced. Why in the blue hell do you want to contact my ex to tell her I'm divorced? Like seriously, if I want people to know things my mouth is big enough to tell people things.
I'm writing this all down, giving it to you to pass long to people you trust because trying to be silent about **** while someone is telling my exes that I haven't spoken to in ages things about my life now, it...makes me wonder the other stories that have gotten out. I'm trying to tel my side for better or worse. Like today I talked to Vadabadabingbong after he shoots me. My hit is 6k at this time. I'm presuming 8k before the bullet enters my body. He even tells me, "No hard feelings, you are on the list. Plus what you did to Klara makes you pathetic. Lots of love Simon. Vada."
I forget the hitlist is not independent, but a violation list. The reasoning are just as sad as the old indy hit list. Also, I really don't like getting shot. It burns and itches...kind of like wearing a wool sweater while being allergic to it. So, I make sure one of my blades bite it into his leg. Exchange some love. Then I read for most of the day. My wanted status has risen 30k. I get a message from him wondering what I'm up to. I know I was spotted a few times feeding (ooc: this game and an android phone do not mix sometimes)
We exchange pleasantries, whatever we want to call this. I think someone aligned with him is there pumping up the cash. It's okay though...I'll just wait for them at 8,9 right by the lake. Just after sundown. We'll see what happens. I was wrong to hit him, but I forgot there's just one list now. Hell, I'm not sure who is funding the hit. Either way I'm not running from it.
Well, it's been two or three hours since I started this. So umm...thanks for reading this? Renee, show this to family member you trust. Don't cry, it'll be a few days.
Hearts, kisses, and sick of drama llamas
Simon.
P.S.
I'm an abrasive asshole. I don't run from bounties or jerks that may want to shoot me.
P.S.S.
"Well look way down the river, what do you think I see? I see a band of angels and they're coming after me," - Johnny Cash.
