The Ex Effect

I can't make all of my posts about my daughter (although I would love to) there are other things in my world that urk me. I have an ex boyfriend who seems to think we are buddies now after 7 years of separation. Now don't get me wrong I like to remain friends with my exes to a point... point being where you aren't calling me three times a week bugging me about ish you could have saved your daytime minutes and just sent me an email. He doesn't just call to ask how I'm doing, but he calls with random tidbits of life that I really could care less about. The reason why he's an ex is because he couldn't never seem to get his ish together and stay on one job long enough to remember his boss' name much less earn a decent living...

So he's still moving job to job - unstable and living with roommates (who in the hell still has a roommate at age 40?) and barely keeping his eyeball above water. When we were together he made it a point to move his daughter in with us and then quit his job that I got for him making $16 an hour to go work at Blockbuster...



We never should have even dated, more like we should have been eff buddies.. He has no potential for anything other than becoming a male prostitute because that's the only upside to him... the largest "you know what" I've ever laid eyes on, but even that won't keep you under Wifee's roof because now those come in a wide variety of shapes, sizes and colors...

He doesn't have the concept of what a good woman is until she's gone. Now he's missing his well cause the water ran dry. Everytime I talk to him it's like my brain is saying to me: "Why are you still on the phone? Hang up now!" But I don't want to be rude. The last call he made he stated that he's moving back to Oakland...



So I'm asking my blogging friends for advice... how should I handle this situation the next time he calls with the blah blah wompity womp womp?