The Mistress says I’m on my man period. I guess I can’t fault her for accusing me. I have been on edge for the past . . . year. But it’s been particularly worse these past three weeks. See, there’s the Evil One. We dated for seven weeks, and since then he’s made my life nothing but a bleak and dreary place of anguish. Look at me trying to be all English Major about it. Anyway, point is the Evil One has this incredible knack for calling me and ruining my life. Take Halloween weekend. He calls to tell me that he’s moving in with some guy named Pedro.

Wait a minute.

Wasn’t he just telling me the week before that things weren’t exactly over? Or when he called just this past weekend to tell me that moving in with Perdo probably wasn’t a good idea. Why am I his go to person? Why do I have to be the one that he calls for life advice.

Is that fair? He said some of the most hurtful things anyone ever has. That’s why he’s called the Evil One. And I hate him for it. My mom always said hate was powerful word, and to use it sparingly, but I think it applies. He’s made me doubt who I am, and how I fit into the world. I get it, I fell for the Boy, my heart went elsewhere. That’s fine. I accept my part in our breakup, but I think ‘shameless whore’ took it one level too far, don’t you think?

So, yeah I guess I am on my man period.

I’m blessed that my life is populated with such wonderful characters. But damned be the Evil One.