Have you ever dated someone who barrages you with nasty texts? I don’t mean the sexy, fun kind of nasty; I mean truly mean-spirited and vengeful kind of nasty. Dates like these deserve to be dropped. Unless, of course, it’s the stalker-ex. Try as mightily as you might - lingering exes don’t like to let go.
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| Mixed-up, jumbled and a shook up world |
I had an
interesting text barrage from my boyfriend’s ex, Laura G. It was a one-way
conversation that escalated fury with each passing moment. I read along, amused
and somewhat stupefied that someone who I’ve never met could be throwing out
absolute value judgments and working themselves into such a frenzy of hatred.
But let’s
face it, nobody enjoys the nasty barrage, and even the bemusement quickly wears
off. I was ready for the conversation to end. But when the ex is conversing
steadily with herself, there is no “The End.”
Once she
finally wore herself down, she told me to STFU. Now, there are just so many
text acronyms these days, even as a highly evolved linguist, some of them
stump me. I puzzled over this one for a while, but what got me more was her “in
defense of all children of this world” crap. I’m a dating mother, for Christ’s
sake. I kill flies, but not children.
Some Take
Fun Uphill
Steady Teddy,
Falling Undies
Smut Takes
Fondling Underground
Snotty Tits
Fold Up
Really, STFU
was out of my league.
A year
later, a whole 365 days past due, someone told me what this elusive acronym
means. That’s it? She text barraged me for a day and then told me to shove it?
I will never understand the narrow brain passage retrofitted to some. And I
appreciate my boyfriend all the more for knowing all his Scrabble words. ILYP.
