I live in a small city and Fucknut x has been living in my neighbourhood since the D. We've been full-metal NC for a few years now, nothing but the occasional text fishing for a response. I'm an expert at the crickets and he gets zero supply from me.
Since the Covid imploded his work scene (music biz) he's been home full time, and now I find he's taken to doing his evening strolls in the public gardens two blocks from my house.
It happens to be the park where I tend to like to rest after a strenuous hill climb on my bike. I saw him coming last week and got out of there, but yesterday I was riding out toward the gates and there he was, strolling hand in hand with his latest vict.... er, squeeze.
I know he saw me coming, but I pretended to be engrossed in looking the other way as I passed them (HEY IS THAT A... "SQUIRREL"??).
I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole knowing what I know, and just coming within such close proximity made my skin crawl. Especially seeing the lovey-dovey couple act.
Anyone who thinks you 'just get over it' needs to get this. It's been 12 YEARS and this shit still triggers me FFS. Doesn't help that July was when we had to move into the house we closed on a few weeks before DDay.
That fucker walked me into that transaction without a flicker of guilt, with me none the wiser, and I'll never forgive him for that.
The icky feeling lingered well into my evening, which really pissed me off, but there is progress -- I didn't go into panic attack mode, those stopped a couple of years ago.
Given the current situation with the entertainment industry I expect he won't be travelling for at least another year, so this will probably become a regular occurrence. Fortunately I have many more beautiful spots to hang out on my two-wheeler adventures, but that garden was one of my healing places when I moved here seven years ago and it pains me to have to tiptoe around it now.
I'm planning on relocating to the other coast next year, so it'll be a huge bonus to never have to run into that asshole ever again.
In other news, I've been having long phone chats with a much younger and hotter songwriter friend from Nova Scotia, and he's told me that I'm the coolest person he knows. We hung out in Montreal last fall and have become quite close. Last week he actually told me he misses me. Never say never.
Thanks for listening.
Onward.