I've blogged a lot about my former friend Diana and her drama, mainly, on this site, but I don't believe I have mentioned my husband's ex-girlfriend, whom we'll call Petunia. Petunia is in the same witch-wannabe group wherein I met Diana, though they never liked each other. The irony of that whole deal is that I didn't even know Petunia was in the group when I joined it. I even told her that, but I doubt if she believed it.
See, the thing is, Petunia and I have a long history and it's all dramatic and absurd. She admitted to me long ago that she's still in love with my husband and that he was the love of her life. She got me kicked off a website because she bitched to the site owner that it was breaking her heart to see me there. Perhaps a bit (okay, a lot) vindictively, I began a campaign of destroying her, and, yes, I'll admit there was some overkill involved. This happened more than five years ago; I tracked down all of her internet activity and discovered all sorts of embarrassing things that she didn't want anyone to know about, especially her parents. She whined about being stalked while I reminded her that she put all that shit online, not me, and I hadn't done anything illegal looking it up. I'm not a hacker. I just know how to use search terms to find information.
Anyway, that's all in the past. Petunia got married about 4 years ago and supposedly was "over" my husband. She even had a kid, at about age 35; her last chance to "be" someone by being someone's Mom. Not by being anything herself. She and the hubby got divorced a little over a year ago. That was her second failed marriage, and this time she was pushing 40 with a little brat in tow. Oh, and she's a fat cow on top of it. You know, I'm not svelte by any means, but I at least try to clean myself and look neat and wear some makeup from time to time. She looks like she picked up clothes off the floor and put them on. Nasty.
So the husband and I were part of this witch wannabe group for awhile until it just got too ridiculous for us, and we could no longer pretend that there was anything remotely authentically witchy about it. It's basically a bunch of fat, middle-aged women flitting about in fairy costumes pretending to be magical. It's more new-age claptrap than anything else. They all fall to their knees at the reciting of the sacred rede, and think that their group leader's shit don't stink, when she really doesn't know anything about anything. She's just a good manipulator. Oh, and she claims to be a shaman, too *barf*
We've been out of that silly group for a year or so now, and haven't seen hide nor hair of Petunia. We've had a lot of issues with my husband's health and have had our own lives to attend to. Frankly I couldn't care less if the bitch falls off the earth. I was keeping up with her antics in my own sneaky ways. I knew that she started the occupational therapy training program at Boise State. And I knew that a few months after beginning it, she dropped out. Husband thinks it's because she decided it was too haaaaarrrd for her, or that she realized it wasn't "her." She's basically spent her life trying to find what "her" is, and failing miserably at it. Instead of finding herself, she gloms onto what someone else is doing, thinking that it must be right for her, too, but always goes away disenchanted because she finds out it's more work than she's willing to put into it. I think she believes that when she finds out what is "her," she'll just be able to do it with no effort at all. If she has to work at anything, then it's not "her," because she shouldn't have to work if it's "meant to be." Apparently she's not heard of the idea that anything worth knowing or doing takes work and commitment. She just wants it all to be easy.
Anyway, I hadn't thought about her for a long time, nor had I thought of that pathetic group of loser witch wannabes, either. We did see our friend Lugh on Saturday, and we talked a little bit about that group, but we're all so far removed from it by now that we mostly just shake our heads at their stupidity and move on.
Yesterday morning I was getting ready for work, just out of the shower putting on lotion and thinking about my husband, who is getting over a cold. I was hoping he'd stop having that bad cough at night so he could sleep better. All of a sudden the name of the leader of the witch wannabe group flashes into my head. In the midst of my thoughts that had nothing to do with her, witches, magic, or anything remotely connected. I knew that it had to mean something, but I wasn't sure what. The only thing I could imagine was that she was trying to fuck with us in some way, but seeing as we hadn't seen her or talked to her or even about her other than for a couple of minutes the previous Saturday, I could see NO reason for her to suddenly want to attack us. I thought about it at work and could come up with no motive, yet I knew that something had to be afoot.
Finally this morning I had a chance to get out my tarot cards and ask what was going on. And the answer was a real shock to me. It isn't this "leader" person really at all - she is being used in some way by . . . Petunia. The cards were very clear on that point. Now, Petunia has got to be still obsessing over my husband, and she knows that long ago he did a spell to bind her to him forever. He did this after he dumped her ass, because he wanted her to never be able to forget him and how she fucked up the best thing she ever had, and he wanted to make her life a living hell. He told her that he'd done this, of course she pooh-poohed it. However, it seems apparent that she is actively seeking to break this binding, no doubt because she's unable to move past it, and is blaming it for all her failures in life. And I think she has either talked to this group leader about it, or has actually asked her to intervene on her behalf.
I told my husband about my reading, and he agreed it sounds logical. Oh, and my last question was what should I do about it, and I pulled two cards which clearly told me that 1)being with my husband and us loving each other was killing her 2)there is nothing I should or need to do; my life is moving along and that fact is also a bane to her. So I feel no compunction to curse her ass, or to even do much in the way of protection for myself. She hates me and fears me, but her focus is on breaking her ties with my husband.
So today we happened to be doing some work for a church group in a town on the other side of where she lives, and on our way home we drove past the home of some of her friends. I shit you not: we turned down the street and there was HER car, pulling into their driveway and parking in the carport beside their house. Now, what are the chances of timing like that? We are wondering if she is living with these friends again, because she had been living with them right after the divorce. We don't know, but we can find out pretty easily.
Now, my husband has already told her repeatedly how she can break the bonds between them, and that is to sit and talk to him face to face. He has some things he wants to tell her. But she refuses to do so, because she knows she isn't going to like what he says, and also being with him will only drive the knife in her gut (a phrase she used to describe how she felt knowing that I was with him) deeper. He is considering doing a "come to me" spell so that they will run into each other somewhere so that he can talk to her. He really wants to get some things out in the open with her and end some of her illusions.
This seeming "coincidence" of being on the same street at the same time has happened with her before. Not the exact same incident, but there have been other times when we have randomly been driving and there she was, in front of us, or behind us (both have happened). It's as if the universe is causing this proximity to occur, and if my husband were to do a spell, I believe it would have natural impetus. I guess we'll see if he decides to do it or not.
Anyway, I find it highly amusing that she is, more than seven years after he dumped her, still obsessing over my husband and letting it control her life. She is one of the most pathetic, unfocused losers I've ever run across. Some people have to have drama or they'll die, I guess. I'll keep this blog updated if there are any new developments.
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