Had to share before I go to bed.
So, I have a few things to share, but most of them will have to wait til tomorrow... or rather... later... after I've slept. Sadly, I was going to post this an hour ago... but had the urge to find an icon that could more accurately portray my feelings on this subject. I've been on an XFiles kick lately, so I just went and got a whole bunch. I'll finish updating that later.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway. So the drama with Mike should be at a close. NOT because he's paid me back. To the contrary! Because he was an immature dick and I'm just glad to be rid of his sorry ass.
To explain: It's been nearly 5 months since we split and I was sick and tired of his bullshit. So I finally just gave him a choice. I sent him a text today that said I need the money, so if I didn't receive a money order by December first I'd sell the ring. It was a cheap tactic, but I was done being tactful about the situation.
He tried to call me, I didn't pick up. I come back to my computer to find he had sent me an im under a second screen name of his (I blocked his main one). I don't think I could do it justice by summarizing it, so here it is, in its entirety:
" While it would have been all so reward to do this over the phone with you. I'll have to settle for Instant Messaging. To begin with my mother is one of the smartest women I know. From the very start she had you figured out. To the point where s he lied to me about the ring being my grand fathers to keep the real one out of my foolish hands!
So, go ahead and sell the ring Laurel. In fact! You should give me the money you’ll make off it less your 250 dollars. How long did I know truth? Well I won’t tell you. Just be assured I wanted to see how long it took you destroy the very gift that symbolized what was so once so special.
If you refuse to send the money that you make beyond 250 dollars. It would only be yet another testament of what kind of wicked person you are and have been all this time. No longer will I live in the ashes of the blaze you set to life, no longer will I think back on what we once had as something that was a good thing and NO D’Incecco ever answers to anyone. Not you, not your mom, not anyone. Your little ransom stunt is futile. Had you came at me straight from the beginning instead of using the ring as some kind of leverage on me things would have been different.
So. Enjoy life knowing of what kind of monster you are. I hope you can live with the results of my little test. I can now relax knowing the truth and seeing clearly now what kind of person every one of my friends said you were. Don’t text me anymore. I want to forget those two years I spent with you at school. "
Apparently he doesn't realize how this little hissy fit makes him look more like a moody teenager than ever before. And, for the record, I did ask for the money outright. It was only after he refused a few times and it became apparent he had no intention of paying me back that I brought the ring into the equation. Also, according to NH law I was never obligated to return the ring in the first place. If it was an engagement ring I'd have to, but he had made it very clear that it was never an engagement ring. Thus, he's not entitled to a cent of whatever I make from selling his ring. And yes, I do intend to sell it. I have no desire to keep it around as a reminder of this little fiasco. So, my next step is to find a good place to sell this trinket. While I'm at it I'll probably sell a diamond promise ring I got from my last serious boyfriend back in high school. that one's just a $100 walmart ring, but it's doing nothing but taking up space so I'll take anything.
Any suggestions of good places to sell jewelry in NH are welcome.
I was mildly bothered by his message at first, but at this point I'm just shaking my head. What kind of a person feels the need to "test" their ex like that. If anything I feel sorry for him. In the end, whatever helps him move on and out of my life is fine with me. I'd have rathered he solved this maturely by just paying me back, but there's nothing I can do about that. Once I sell this ring and send him the rest of his shit (a bunch of DVDs, and I think I'll send him back the stuffed penguin he gave me) I'll finally be rid of this italian meatball.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway. So the drama with Mike should be at a close. NOT because he's paid me back. To the contrary! Because he was an immature dick and I'm just glad to be rid of his sorry ass.
To explain: It's been nearly 5 months since we split and I was sick and tired of his bullshit. So I finally just gave him a choice. I sent him a text today that said I need the money, so if I didn't receive a money order by December first I'd sell the ring. It was a cheap tactic, but I was done being tactful about the situation.
He tried to call me, I didn't pick up. I come back to my computer to find he had sent me an im under a second screen name of his (I blocked his main one). I don't think I could do it justice by summarizing it, so here it is, in its entirety:
" While it would have been all so reward to do this over the phone with you. I'll have to settle for Instant Messaging. To begin with my mother is one of the smartest women I know. From the very start she had you figured out. To the point where s he lied to me about the ring being my grand fathers to keep the real one out of my foolish hands!
So, go ahead and sell the ring Laurel. In fact! You should give me the money you’ll make off it less your 250 dollars. How long did I know truth? Well I won’t tell you. Just be assured I wanted to see how long it took you destroy the very gift that symbolized what was so once so special.
If you refuse to send the money that you make beyond 250 dollars. It would only be yet another testament of what kind of wicked person you are and have been all this time. No longer will I live in the ashes of the blaze you set to life, no longer will I think back on what we once had as something that was a good thing and NO D’Incecco ever answers to anyone. Not you, not your mom, not anyone. Your little ransom stunt is futile. Had you came at me straight from the beginning instead of using the ring as some kind of leverage on me things would have been different.
So. Enjoy life knowing of what kind of monster you are. I hope you can live with the results of my little test. I can now relax knowing the truth and seeing clearly now what kind of person every one of my friends said you were. Don’t text me anymore. I want to forget those two years I spent with you at school. "
Apparently he doesn't realize how this little hissy fit makes him look more like a moody teenager than ever before. And, for the record, I did ask for the money outright. It was only after he refused a few times and it became apparent he had no intention of paying me back that I brought the ring into the equation. Also, according to NH law I was never obligated to return the ring in the first place. If it was an engagement ring I'd have to, but he had made it very clear that it was never an engagement ring. Thus, he's not entitled to a cent of whatever I make from selling his ring. And yes, I do intend to sell it. I have no desire to keep it around as a reminder of this little fiasco. So, my next step is to find a good place to sell this trinket. While I'm at it I'll probably sell a diamond promise ring I got from my last serious boyfriend back in high school. that one's just a $100 walmart ring, but it's doing nothing but taking up space so I'll take anything.
Any suggestions of good places to sell jewelry in NH are welcome.
I was mildly bothered by his message at first, but at this point I'm just shaking my head. What kind of a person feels the need to "test" their ex like that. If anything I feel sorry for him. In the end, whatever helps him move on and out of my life is fine with me. I'd have rathered he solved this maturely by just paying me back, but there's nothing I can do about that. Once I sell this ring and send him the rest of his shit (a bunch of DVDs, and I think I'll send him back the stuffed penguin he gave me) I'll finally be rid of this italian meatball.