Catching up...

Been a while since I've written anything here.  I've been in Greenville since October 1, 2016 and settled into the job.  I get James every chance I can.  I've made an appointment to see a psych/therapist, but the soonest is in May.  I'm using the EAP as a bridge in the meantime. 

Somehow, I let myself get involved with a CNA at work.  She was quite attractive, and therein lay my downfall - along with being alone since the separation.  We slept together for about a week when she claimed to be pregnant, while on Implanon.  One week pregnant, to be exact.  We'd slept together for the first time on 1/10.  I'm told that Implanon is labeled for 3 years, tested good for 5, with no pregnancies.  She'd only had it in for about 2 years.  You can't be "one week" pregnant.  Symptoms don't start showing until about week 3 to 4, implant spotting at about week 2, not one.  So, if she truly IS pregnant, it can't be mine.  I know that she was flirting around with some guy from the ED, and in fact, stayed in his hotel room during the ice storm on 1/7 or so.  Although, I was assured that nothing had happened between them.  In retrospect, I'm doubting that.

She had told me that she and her husband had had problems before and she'd gone and gotten pregnant, deliberately, by the father of her son.  This pregnancy resulted in the birth of her second daughter.  So, it seems likely that this girl fools around on a regular basis...and has admitted to having sex with multiple people at one time (when she was a teenager). 

Dad found her in the house last week while I was out and kicked her out, telling her that all contact with me was to cease.  I might have tried to work around that if she hadn't threatened to blackmail me with contacting Shannon and James to tell them about the alleged pregnancy.  She even threatened to tell everyone on my unit "what [I] did" to her.  

Tonight, I got a phone call from her (they go straight to VM) and then a text message.  The text said that it was "Chris that called [you], not me".  Chris is the name of the guy from the ED. 

This whole thing really sucks because I really did like her.  How do I find the crazy ones?  Why do they seem to find me?  It's really depressing.  I can't even relieve stress with TKD because I've hurt my back.  So fucking unfair...

Then, on top of ALL of this, James tells me that the Broom Pilot has been letting her boyfriend, Alex, spend the night at her apartment while James is there.  Of all the fucking GALL!  This is after the bitch tried to demand from me that no one she didn't know could stay the night while James was with me.  I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.  Oh, AND, fucking Jumbo, godsbedamned Shrek, is still talking shit about me to James. 

I asked James how it made him feel when his grandfather told him that I "broke his mother's heart" (hard to believe that you've broken someone's heart when they fly off to Las Vegas with someone else for a weekend six months after you SEPARATE). He said that it made him angry, but that he wasn't anymore and that when Shrek talked bad about me, it just made him (James), upset and his feelings hurt.  I told James that "some people talk about others so as to make the person they are talking to get mad about the person that is being talked about". He knew that I hadn't abandoned him, that I was still here for him and that marriages don't work out all the time.  So he doesn't believe his grandfather's bullshit.  But the fact that Shrek talks about me, crosses a line.  A line that Shannon has been warned about before, when Jumbo threatened my life in front of James. 

Enough griping for now...