Knobs.

For those that know me well, you'll know that there's one word i use to describe someone whom i would consider an idiot; a moron; a stupid person. That my friend, is a knob! Be prepared to hear that word a few more times (at least) before this little snippet of writing is finished.

My night started off as per usual, cooking dinner and tending to my 2 beautiful kids. I don't get much of a chance to get online while Xavier is awake, as he clings to my leg and whinges. It breaks my heart and I soon leave whatever I'm doing on the computer (facebook, studying, email, blogging etc) and spend my time with him and of course his sister, Kailee. Last night tho was a different story completely. It was filled with one long, and very winded conversation with - yes, you guessed it - a knob! There's not many things in life that bug me immensely, but lieing (fibbing, storytelling, telling tall tales, etc) drives me crazy. I don't see the point in bending the truth, or fabricating a story just to get a certain reaction, or make someone believe something that's basically rubbish. Lieing is one of my pet peeves. It doesn't get you anywhere and eventually, you WILL be found out and the truth will be revealed.

An "acquaintance" (and i use that term lightly) of mine - or better still my ex's fiance initiated a conversation, which in itself is very unusual. Not long into the conversation she did the whole "him and I have split". *Um, yeah right honey*. So i play along, the whole time wondering how far we can get this conversation to go. Long story short..... after a couple hours of talking, she was going into great detail of why they split, when they split (which funnily enough was actually before i last spoke to her, when she'd told me she was busy planning their wedding.... now she's telling me, they had broken up already before that. Suss much?!), and that they hadn't talked in weeks. She asked if I'd heard from him or if he'd contacted me regarding his son.... i swear i could have literally done a big fat, roll on the floor, belly laugh. She was talking about the same guy who told me he didn't want to see his son when i messaged him straight out of my C-section; the same guy who told me to cease all contact and hopefully one day find a man to be a father to my son, when i had sent photos of his own child to him; the same guy who lives in the same small town as me and yet has never laid eyes on his little boy. She was kidding, right?

Obviously not. Basically, she thinks she roped me in good. What a joke. I'm not an idiot, I'm not that gullible. I'm alot smarter than she gives me credit for. And she had the hide to ask if i would get back together with him, because we made a cute couple and now that her and him had 'broken up'. Ummm, hell no!! In what world would i happily take back the man that left me pregnant and on my own after we'd been trying for a baby of our own. I may be a little crazy, but I'm not insane. Seriously, all i can say is they belong together ...Hmmm... Knobs!

Now, I'm under no false pretenses and I'm well aware of the fact that this said person that i spoke to will probably read this blog and realise her cover is blown. But I'm sick and tired of playing "nice" and being polite. I'm not ashamed of the person I am, or the life i have. I don't need to lie about it, or pretend to be something I'm not. If you do, then i don't have time for you in my life. If my ex doesn't want to see his son, it just makes my life all that much easier and more pleasant. I don't have to share my precious little guy, or worry about if he's being looked after by his father. Don't get me wrong, i will never stop either of my children's fathers from ever seeing them if they seriously wanted to, but they don't, so my life is less dramatic and less stress filled.

I didn't see the point in this conversation, or how it could amuse 'grown adults' (again, i use that term lightly). If your going to at least pretend something, make it look legit. There were more holes in that story, than in a pair of fishnet stockings. C'mon, be real. Childish storytelling was for primary school.... not for someone who is nearly 30. It's sad really.

One thing that does amuse me tho, is that they totally underestimated me and assumed that i would believe whatever i was told. Any half-intelligent person would at least try to get as much information as humanly possible in order to validate what they were told. I'm constantly amazed at how ridiculous some people are... does it make them feel important to be the center of attention. Or to control what other people apparently "know" about them.

Least i have something new to laugh about. That, my friends, has brightened my day. Quite simply.... that was an epic fail on their part. Shame.

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Looking at the clock, i could go on for hours about knobs but seeing as its nearly 3.30am and have early rising treasures, i should really get at least a couple hours sleep. Remember, stay honest - then you won't wind up with egg on your face later.