It Had To Be Done

Well, I'm back ladies and gentlemen, and I have my dear ex-husband to think for that! You see, hes friends with one of my friends On Facebook and today I decided to be bad and check out his profile. Yeah, it's not private. Its his lack pf privacy that made it able to see what he had written about me just this month. They weren't nice things and his dumbass best friend decided to chime in as well. Welp Michael, I decided to bring back this oldie but goodie, so go fcuk off!

Ok, perhaps it didn't, but Little Lola's feeling a wee bit vindictive today, so I'm going to do this anyways.

Readers, I was once married. I once had a husband. He was a fellow with whom I had a torrid relationship in high school, hooked up with again in college, and decided to elope with. This was a vary bad decision. He was/is not a good man. He has a horribly low character and hardly any morals of which to speak. He was/is a player, con artist, habitual liar, and white collar criminal. I believed his hype, was blinded by what was (at the time) the best sex of my life, and decided to marry him.

During our relationship this man mentally abused me, physically abused me, isolated me from family and friends, and stole from my grandparents. Because of this, when I divorced this man, I decided that I did not want him in my life in any way. Something that, at times, isn't that easy to do. Hes friends with the family of one of my friends (why, I don't know), and lives in a neighborhood next to mine (my old 'hood). I also see him around town a lot, as he doesn't have a car and takes public transportation around the city. But, unfortunately, hes found a way back into my life via the Internet.

No, he doesn't have this blog address (at least, I don't think - God I hope not). But, in an effort to up my readership, I joined MySpace.com, and thats where he got me. This man started sending me email, and flooding that page with comments. If he weren't a giant asshole, this wouldn't be a problem. But he is. And no matter what I do, he has a problem with it. He'll make snarky comments that start out well, but end badly, like:

"Good picture of you. I know I know. You don't wanna talk to me. It's cool. I certainly understand. I screwed you pretty fuckin' bad. You are soooo cool L, I guess I wanted to see how you were doin'. You sure are aging well, seriously. LOL "

Currently, he is pissed off that I'm ignoring him. I do not respond to any of his email, and even made my page private. But that only makes him madder.

I ran into him by chance this past Saturday while I was shopping in upper Northwest DC. I was exiting a parking lot and about to cross the street. He said:

"Oh, you know I'm going to say something to you, right?"

"I'm sure you are"

"I see you're driving the same car" (an interesting comment, as I bought the car waaay after I divorced him) "Oh, so you're not going to say anything? Well, nice talking to you L."

When I logged on to MySpace the following day, I got this in my inbox:

"you need to let it go, I swear

I cannot believe you actually wouldn't speak to someone you were married to. I was rollin' offa that there, I tell you. "

But that's not the kicker! Like a Nosey Nelly, I went to check out his page (he makes at least one a day, emailing me from different names). I was just browsing around when I found this motherfucker put me on his page! One example:

Heroes
my ex wives, for not killing me.Especially L.

THEN, as I'm looking at his pics - saw some of my niece and stepdaughter - I see that this motherfucker has captured a pic from MY page, and has it in his gallery! The caption reads:

ex wife #2

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!!!!

Because turnaround is fair play, I have decided to go there, and I therefore dedicate the following paragraph to my ex-husband, Michael Harkins.

Dickhead, I'm very sorry that my ability to pick up and move on without you infuriates you so much that you feel that you have to do whatever it takes to insinuate yourself into any part of my life, no matter how minute it is. I'm sorry you cant move on, even though I divorced you in 1994. The fact that we were married didn't matter much to you when we were, so don't expect it to mean anything to me now. After this post, I'm going to continue on as I had before. Knowing you, you'll do the same. Fuck you jackass.

As a Public Service Announcement (and since he decided to blow me up on his page), Ive decided to tell my readers a little about my ex-husband, in the hopes that it will save some poor, unsuspecting woman in the future.

Name: Michael James Harkins, Junior
Location: U Street/Cardozo area, Washington, DC
Employment: He apparently works in food service in the Mazza Gallerie area of town
Sexual Orientation; Says hes straight, but sleeps with both women and men
Drugs/Diseases: Hes had a variety of Sexually Transmitted Diseases. He has an addictive personality and has been addicted to food, alcohol, and almost any narcotic substance he can get his hands on. When I left him in 1994, he was doing crack.
Criminal Background: Has been in prison for a variety of offenses, but the last few have been credit card fraud. And below, you'll find his pic:


I know. I know you readers are thinking I shouldn't sink to his level; that I should stay over and above like I have in the past. But dammit, I'm only human and I have my limits! this fucker keeps pushing and pushing me, when all I want is to be left alone. So, Michael, here's a dose of your own medicine. And no, there wont be any sugar to help it go down easier. Go to hell.