Oh, boy, there’s a man from my past that I have been absolutely, strictly forbidden to have anything to do with, anything at all.

The people that forbid me from Mr. X are my key girlfriends (especially Tamar, who knows exactly about whom I am writing) and I rely on them to keep the borders safe.

It’s not like I’m stalker-y, or harbor a desire to restart things with him, or spend a lot of time dwell-dwell-dwelling on him. It’s just that he and I had a profoundly complicated and mutually-needy relationship, and he often did things that made me suffer. Just the fact of his continued existence causes me unease, and I need to have barriers in place so that I feel safe, and normal, and done with him.

Mr. X and I have mutual friends, so occasionally I hear of his where and what-abouts. I have evolved enough to not get too bothered by this, and to even feel sympathy for the latest woman in his life (oh honey, good luck with that mess). That’s about as much goodwill as I will ever have for his rotten soul. I sound awful, but trust me, he was really awful to me.

For the friends that know me, flesh and blood-wise, please: no guessing games. You may know or remember him or you may not. Leave it alone. For the key girlfriends (who know who Mr. X is for sure), I am sorry I’m bringing him up, I know I’m not supposed to, but the latest news about him is setting my teeth on edge. And that’s all I can say.

I have no idea why he still stakes real estate on a portion of my .. what? Heart? Nethers? Endocrine gland? His pitbull soul latched on to part of me, and won’t shake loose.

Booooo. Poison Man. At least, at least, there’s only one of him.