It’s an interesting evening for me when I sit and stare at my computer screen as I’m just not quite sure where to start this entry. Hmmm … Let’s try this:
Once upon a time, I started this blog because of a jackhole narcissist. If you’re not a forever reader of the QTMama blog, then you may not be aware of the person I use to be. Check it out here, or here, or even here.
Go ahead, I’ll wait.
*QT Whistling while you read*
So yeah, now that you’ve read those, you should be thinking one thing:
I know, right? So let’s fast forward two plus years; throw in about a million dating adventures, one helluvan Irishman (don’t forget lots of trips to Vegas!), kissing toads, my re-hymenation, my two-car cobwebby vag, Cookie’s break-up service for me … and while I could go on and on and on, I’ll spare you any more of my gory past dating life. (Unless you want to read my archives! *Grin*)
It’s not so pathetic anymore.
Funny, certainly. Silly at times, but that’s how I prefer things. Let me quote Miley here and say,
“Life’s a Climb, but the view is great.”
Yeah that’s right, I quoted Miley Stewart! Uh huh, cuz that’s how I roll.
You know what I find pathetic now? The jackhole narcissist. But. BUT – I do want to send him something special. Something that he forever will have my deep, earnest gratitude for. Something near and dear to my heart <3.
So THANK YOU jackhole narcissist, for breaking up with me, cuz I’ll tell you what -
It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.