Ladybug Speaks the Truth

  While I was still sucked up in the love bubble of a fast-talking master manipulator, I agreed to marry him. Clearly, I completely lost my mind by that point and the entire world was sending a search party for my common sense. There was no ring, no token of affection, just promises of a future, that I was beginning to doubt could possibly exist.  During that short time of apparent happiness, we went shopping as a jumping off point for wedding planning. As far as wedding planning went, his priorities were completely bonkers. First, we needed to send out save the date cards (without having any venue booked, or me being divorced.) Then secondly, we needed to figure out what the groom was going to wear. You read that correctly dear reader, the groom needed to have his outfit long before there was a venue, confirmed date, anything else. Priority number two. So off to Stratford we go to visit the shops for the millionth time. It seemed that the groom to be could do nothing other ...

 I have a working theory about how Asshole supports himself without a job... Which based on his spending habits when I knew him, and from what others have told me, indicates that he receives a monthly "stipend" on the last Friday of the month... I will allow you dear reader to hypothesize where that comes from and thank you very much for paying your taxes, so that we may have the fun of drunk, rambling Asshole one week a month, before his money is all gone. If anyone has evidence to the contrary, that this is not his source of income, please let me know. Without further ado... Ramblings from a Narcissist, who wants the internet to believe that he isn't a narcissist. All of these are things that are posted on his public Facebook, I can only imagine the insanity of the things that aren't public. Asshole feels that he has been victimized by his community, family, abuser and the court system... Some facts about Asshole... I have seen him post on public Facebook pages, com...

 One of the things that I have found in the back pocket of the Manifesto are the Save the Date Cards, or as Asshole liked to refer to them, STD cards. The making of these cards became his obsession in June 2019. At that point we were discussing getting married, however, I had not received an engagement ring, and did not see it as official until I had that. Asshole wanted my input in these cards, and I did not like the idea of sending a Save the Date card for a wedding that I didn't know if it could happen when he was planning it for. I mean, I was still legally married, and did not know how long it would take to get a divorce.  Clearly, he went ahead with the making of these cards. My parents were sent one in July or August, I can't remember. It was after I ended things.  I love that he used the copyright symbol for his own image... I have often wondered who all received these cards. Asshole wanted me to provide him with a list of people that I wanted to invite to the wed...