Okay, okay.  This sort of shit is getting mighty old.  How come is it the more I want nothing to do with my mother's son, the more he has to become one great big annoyance to me?  How do I get it through his thick skull that I. Want. Nothing. More. To. Do. With. Him.  What part of that is too f'ing hard to understand????

I suppose I had better ( Read more... )

Well, it sounds as though my mother's son is back to being a pest again.  It's funny, I can go blissfully month after month without seeing hide nor hair of him, plus nobody runs up to me asking me questions about him or telling me of his drunken antics, then all of a sudden he either shows up at work or somebody has to ask or tell me something ( Read more... )