fight fight fight

Well. Interesting night. Went to Hartford. We're trying to call people, see if anyone is downtown, end up running into a bunch of friends from highschool. It was like a sausage fest reunion. Yea...that's not all we ran in to. I'm standing there and Bryan grabs my arm. This chic I used to be friends with comes over. She's useless and makes me mad...but I can ignore her without a problem. Then he gets my arm in a fuckin vice grip. I'm like "what is htis kid's deal. Is he that drunk that he htinks I'm gonna get that mad over her"? ....and that's when I saw her. The girl he cheated on me with. Haven't seen her since before it happened. I felt tears in my eyes and at the same time the urge to punch her in the head. I have never fought in my life. I tend to think of it as a pretty ghetto non-classy thing to do. Never has the urge to hit someone been so strong. I would never do anything. I mean..if the bitch had come over, the amount of self-control it would have taken to behave like a lady would have been enormous. However, she looked over, I gave her the hardest death star I could muster, I think she shit her pants a little, and then that was it. Bryan held my arm in a steally grip saying "please - I don't wanna get kicked out. I'm having fun". Put his arm around me...then said "I have to pee and you're coming with me". She didn't come over by the way. I really don't know what I would have done if she did. I mean....it's just ironic that I blogged about this whole thing days ago, Bryan and I talked about it, I told him I know I need to stop worrying, etc etc.  I then make this silent pact within myself to cut the shit, and there she is. Couldn't believe it. I was like "oh sweet irony you bite me in the ass  again". In a way it woas good though. I hope she felt liek a piece of shit. Bryan calls her and tells her he can never see or talk to her again...that the hwole night (the night he cheated) was a mistake...etc, and then the whore sees us last night a year later and we're still togehter. Ya - fuck you bitch. Bet she wasn't expecting that. I hopwe she felt like a friggin used and discarded condom. I could tell by the look on her face that she was stunned, amongst other things, and I decided that the feeling she must have had - that she was an absolute slut that guys use and then toss aside because she's only good for one thing, then seeing him still with ME was better then me actually doing anything. Go to hell K.M. You're only good for one thing...and after a while...most guys tire of "pump pump done" in the backseat of a car.