I had a most interesting call yesterday afternoon. I chatted for prolly a good hour with the former long-time partner of Popsy. Mom excepted, of all the women in my dad's life, that former partner is the one I'm closest to. I was actually saddened when Popsy and her broke up because I really, really like her. Now, Popsy has a new girlfriend, and I think the former partner is also with someone else right now. Just like my mom, former partner and my dad are kewl. She's even kewl with his new girlfriend.
All's well that end's well right?
Popsy, in his infinite kalibugan (it's family thing. I should know hihihihi), managed to sire two kids with Ms. Close. Which is fine and dandy. Popsy apparently just wanted to spread his genetic material around. What's NOT fine and dandy is that Ms. Close is, how shall I put it nicely?
MS. GLEN CLOSE IS A FUCKEN PSYCHO BITCH WHORE.
Popsy and Mom were still together when Ms. Close started to call the house and say stuff that my mom should've been spared from. Being the gracious woman that she is, my mom just took everything in stride and didn't do the whole hysterical act on Popsy. She just quietly packed her things and went her own way.
Ms. Close, however, seemed to relish the whole hulabaloo melodramatic thingie. I still remember it clearly. My dad's dad was still alive and living with us at that time. She had the audacity show up at the doorstep of the house in the middle of the night all sobbing and frenzied. Naturally, my lolo was roused from his rest and got upset. Hell, I got upset! Since dad wasn't around, I immediately tried contacting him; that was the one and only time I remarked to Popsy about his extra-marital affairs. I told him, "I know you have your own business, and that's fine with me. But never, under ANY circumstances should your TRASH disturb the peace and quiet of our home."
Popsy arrived soon, and oh boy, did he take care of Ms. Close alright.
Through the years, I've learned to live with Glenn Close's on and off craziness. Lately though, she's been up to her old tricks. She's harassing (again) Popsy's former long-time partner with nasty messages, and I heard she's also doing the same thing to his new girlfriend. But that's Popsy's mess to clean up, and not mine. It will be mine though, the moment Ms. Close goes psycho again when mom arrives here to stay with Papa and me for good. All I'm waiting for is Glenn Close's one phone call to my mom, or, God forbid, that she'll make the mistake of show her face at the doorstep with my mom around.
And by the Good Lord Almighty,
I SHALL PERSONALLY GAG AND TIE HER UP, AND HAVE MY FIERCE RHODESIAN RIDGEBACK MAKE EASY MINCEMEAT OUT OF HER.
There. That feels soooo much better.