Labor and MF'in Birth

I cut the cord again.

That jacked-up psychic umbilical cord. Wrapped it around his ass and hand-delivered it to the Universe.

I figured what the hell, let's try it again and see if it works (fingers crossed)

I can't be haunted by this shadowy linked figure, anymore. Especially with my new endeavor: wishing for my husband. And I know I have not met him yet. Screw the vibe and the karma! I told the Universe, my ass is done with karmic shit for this life.

I ain't gonna chew on a plate full of pain and suffering, fuck that. I want dessert, yummy and melts in your mouth with such a rich and lasting flavor.

If for some reason I were to hear from him again, and having cut the cord at least 25 times, it'll be strictly my turn to decide "if" and "when".

I guess depending on who you talk to...I could have filled out a contract before this life asking for a whole pile of steaming shit to contend with....or I may have been an asshole in a former life....or I wanted to learn something, by having my insides ripped out on a continuous basis, so I'd have to always confront myself and be God-like (we'll forget for a sec that I'm human)...who the fuck knows!?

All I know is my sixth sense needs a serious serving of "Draino" to unclog the pipes and let this hairball just slide out to sea.

I will stay away from any possible location he could even remotely be...and if I run into him then he is encroaching on my territory even more, and that would be so uncool. At least, until I have been over it for a long time, instead of it being at the tipping point, where I see the light of moving on and then "boom" he's planted right in my path. NO MORE.

I will stay to the West for now.

And whatever comes to me now, is all on my terms. You can believe it!