My Ex wants to see my Snatch

Ohhh the Ex-Chronicles.... the drama, the horror, the nonsense that plagues my life.... At times, it just seems too over the top to be true... But ya know, I play the game, a tiny bit here and there, I use the cute girl voice and say please baby please... As long as I get the monthly dole, I could really care less. I listen with false interest to his little stories. I listen to his problems with his woman. I listen to him tell me how good looking he is. I listen to him tell me how much he still wants me, just doesn't want to be with me. I listen to him tell me how he remembers how my skin felt against his, and how good it felt to be deep inside of me. I listen as he begs and pleads for me to send him some lil naughty shots. How he wants to see my legs spread wide, how he wants to see my breasts, my taunt nipples, the curve of my ass... I listen as he tells me that I gave it to him better than any other girl. I listen as he tells me his sob stories, his pains and miseries. I listen as he tells me how hard his day was and how he misses coming home to dinner and the kids. I listen, listen, listen, with the phone about 4 feet away from my ear, sitting comfortably on the passenger seat. When I hear the break in the annoying sound of his voice I pick up the phone and say, yeah, yeah, I hear you, I understand..... If only I didn't need that little chunk of change, I could just hang that phone up.. I wouldn't have to pretend. I wouldn't have to say I cared. I wouldn't have to waste perfectly good minutes on such nonsense... But it is, what it is, the Chronicles of the Ex...

Funny, once we distance ourselves and move on, what they say all becomes a rambling, distant garble of blah, blah, blah.... I wear a smile that he never saw. I have a bounce in my step that used to feel more like a limp. I have a greater patience and understanding than I could ever muster when I was his. I am allowed to be smarter, allowed to be sexier, allowed to be me. I don't have to be some altered version or some PG straight to video knock off. Just me.... Just me....It's all good.... A little watered down telephone game is all that keeps me from a complete move, but bit by bit, I shorten the calls. I lessen the contact, I close the phone. Bit by bit, it all comes to an end... I let my heart wander to new and exciting places, I let it circle the globe and see if it comes home... I let him keep his little strings, knowing they are only delicate little spider webs that I can crawl right through. I let him maintain that false little sense of control that forces his hand to grasp the pen that signs the checks... I let him have that, just that tiny bit, until I realize I no longer need it, till I longer want it at all...