Ending the Year

Today brought forth a flurry of revelations, propelling me into the New Year with a newfound clarity.

Blend’s demeanor this week has been anything but typical. Amidst his usual bouts of moodiness, there have been these peculiar instances of elation. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that something fishy was afoot, and lo and behold, my suspicions were confirmed. He’s been engaged in a frenetic texting spree with not one, but several women. Cassandra’s name pops up frequently, and to my dismay, Cher has made a reappearance on the scene. Call me cynical, but I can’t help but wonder if Cher believes she’s been sent by divine intervention to reform Blend’s ways. But honestly, do religious women really engage in dalliances with married sex addicts? Perhaps a consultation with the heavens is in order, unless she’s under the illusion that she’s his guardian angel – highly doubtful, I reckon. Watching Blend’s copy-paste antics as he juggles conversations with both women is equal parts amusing and disheartening. Neither of them seems to grasp the reality of his duplicitous nature, each convinced that their interaction with him is unique. It’s a sobering reminder of how easily manipulated we can be – a truth I’ve been guilty of denying in the past.

But mark my words, 2012 will mark the end of Blend’s reign of deceit with me. Two and a half years ago, I made the daring escape from his clutches, fleeing across the length and breadth of the country. Yet, in a moment of weakness, even against our daughters’ advice, I succumbed to his entreaties, allowing him back into our life six months later. A decision I’ve come to rue with every fiber of my being. Within a mere three months of his return, I unearthed his clandestine Craigslist escapades – a testament to his insatiable appetite for extramarital adventures. Today, as he scours the depths of Craigslist in search of a New Year’s Eve tryst, I can’t help but entertain the notion that perhaps he’ll vanish into thin air – a miraculous disappearing act to fulfill my 2012 aspirations.

Henceforth, I’ve resolved to document my journey through 2012 on my blog. Under the fitting title, “How to Bid Farewell to a BiPolar, Narcissistic Sex Addict,” I’ll chronicle every twist and turn of this tumultuous saga. While discretion forbids me from divulging all the sordid details just yet, rest assured, the truth will emerge in due time. Even as Blend beseeches me for another chance, his fingers dance nimbly across his phone screen, weaving a web of deceit with Cassandra. It’s abundantly clear – it’s not me he desires, nor Cassandra or Cher for that matter. His insatiable craving knows no bounds, but alas, that’s the nature of the beast.

Welcome, 2012 – a year brimming with promise and liberation. With you at my doorstep, I’m poised to cast off this burdensome albatross from my neck and embrace the dawn of a new era. So to all you ladies out there entertaining notions of redemption for men like Blend, be my guest – but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Here’s to a year of emancipation and triumph!