Don’t ever bother to know me in person. I may use my blog to insult you!

You know, no matter how life turns out, and how happy I am, I will always be the mean person that uses her blog to say something out of the ordinary against someone, because that someone will piss me off no matter what!

One thing that amazes the hell out of me is Arab men or maybe it is just men. I don’t understand why some are weak. They are very weak when it comes to love and relationships and dealing with life in general. Today was funny. Do most of you remember why I made this blog back in 2005? Do you guys know that I made this site to get back at someone that I used to be with? I am not a talkative person in real life. I am a real quiet and shy person. I talk only if I had to and in a 1-1 conversations only. You never find me in a group talking. So at times, I don’t know how to express my self, so I write. I used to email a lot and that’s how I expressed my self.

After a while, emails no longer worked, and I used this site as a method to communicate with those who chose to listen. I didn’t force anyone to listen. I didn’t make anyone read my site. So what did I do? I knew exactly who read it and what they were looking for. I used it against them. Why? Because I was mean. I was very mean and hateful, and wished I could move a mountain and slam it on someone’s head. That’s how revengeful and hateful I was.

However, life moved on. In the past 6 – 8 months I occupied my self with work and work and how to hate work. It worked! I kept my mind off of everything else in life and focused on that part only. It stressed the hell out of me, but I had to. I had to forget my past, to hate to love, and love to hate. I mean, 8 – 9 months ago I used to get emails from him asking for me to give him a second chance. To tell me sappy emotional stories so I would feel sorry and use my simple loving heart to feel sorry. However, I didn’t. I had to stop it and I used hateful words that would never come out of my mouth to end it. It was the only way. I used my site and emails against him. I had no choice. I wanted it to stop.

To stop? It stopped. However, I was not weak. I ended it with my own hands, and I did not sit and cry night and day and beg my parents to find me someone so I can “forget.” That’s the lamest weakest action any person can take. I know so many people that did it. They lost a love, and ended up with someone else quicker than a cat running away from the rain.

Fools. 100% fools. If you are reading this and you did that in your life, then you are a fool and you should be ashamed of your self and you will live a horrible life, because you did NOT choose it. You let SOMEONE else do it for you.

So a few months passed after his desperate attempts to stay in touch with me. I say it was about 4 or 5 months after that I heard he was getting engaged this summer. I was a bit shocked, but what did I except from a weak person? To marry some girl from another country that knows shit about him or anyone that knows him to move on with his life like nothing happened.

That was then. This is today.

My mom went to a funeral for one of her friends that died of cancer 2 days ago. And today was the 3rd day and they had to go to the mosque for prayers over her dead soul. So she went to another big mosque off the highway in my city.

Then, she tells me this with a bit of disdain in her words.

“Oh God! I saw so and so mother. (His mother) She wouldn’t stop talking about her self and family and her trip. She went to Bulgaria for her son’s engagement (him), or I thought. Then she told me that no no. IT wasn’t an engagement but a wedding. He got married real quick and now on his honeymoon in Turkey. Finally she got rid of all the boys in the house and they moved on with their life. She had to get him married real quick. He was sad because he loved and didn’t work and was in a bad situation. So his mom just found him a girl and the story is done.”

When my mom told me that I DIED laughing. My mom has no clue who and what happened. She knows nothing, but knows many Arabs in this city. She then asked me, “why you laughing?” I said, “nothing.. I just think it is a funny story for a person that loved and didn’t work out to end up marrying anyone even if she was miles away to ‘forget.’ I just find it hilarious.”

My mom then said, “yah well. That’s men for ya and parents with old style mentality that still live in the 19th century, not 20th or 21st!”

I find it funny that guys that knew me end up wanting to desperately forget me by getting married really quick! Why? I am not THAT special! I am Mona. I know how to take care of my self, live life fully, don’t take shit from people, have a sharp uncontrollable tongue, and not afraid of what life will bestow upon me.

Anyways.. I laughed and laughed. I haven’t talked shit about him for a long time. Even my best friend when she came a couple of weeks ago to see me was happy that I don’t mention or talk about him. What’s there to talk about really? He is an ass from a past life time that I had to endure, and life moved on. Case closed. After I officially leave work in exactly 2 weeks, then that entire chapter of my life will be completely closed. Screw it. I suffered enough from the age of 20 till 27. SEVEN years! Time for a new chapter of my life to begin! The past is meant to be forgotten!

Blah Blah, Idiots, They said what?, Whatever!