Final update of the day

UPDATE TO THE UPDATE:



After reading what I just wrote, I have made a choice. It is time for Paul to go. I have already packed all his shit and put it by the door.



I called WillBurr and asked if he would mind me creating major chaos in his friendship. He pretty much feels the whole thing is a wipe now, so he gave his consent. Inside I think is very glad at this moment to be in a Ds relationship with a Domme who is not the least bit scared to take control of a situation.



So here is my plan. He comes home and sees the stuff. I say, “Sit down so we can talk.” Then I go on to explain what I really don’t like about him and what makes him a worthless waste of oxygen. It’ll be a verbal equivalent of THE LETTER.



That is if he doesn’t just take a look at his shit and start hauling it downstairs.



I haven’t felt this good about tossing someone out since I got to toss my exBF out of my rent house on his birthday!!



Truly wicked,

M


FINAL UPDATE OF THE DAY
That was the easiest kicking out of someone ever…He walked in the door. His face was beat red. The heat really hits the Irish redheads. While cresting the threshold he began pulling his long sleeved black shirt off.



“We have to talk,” is how I choose to open the conversation, “and you shouldn’t be taking your shirt off. I have packed all of your things. You need to put them in your car and be on your way.”



He looks fucking stunned. I love the element of surprise. The look of sheer confusion as things hit the brain. Stunning is simply the best descriptive! “Has something changed?”



In a very monotone and sedate voice I calmly stated, “No. Nothing has changed. Just I have spent today thinking this all over. You were brought here to help Will and you won’t be doing that, so you need to go. I have let a lot slide in the best interest of my boyfriend – some small and one really big one. I want to talk to you about that really quick before you go.”



“Oh.”



“When we had that incident with my daughter, I didn’t say anything to you about it. You haven’t done anything like it since, but I want you to know exactly how I felt. I hear you were bothered that I didn’t think you are good enough for my 18 year old child who has been dating the sons of millionaires? Well how about how fucking disrespectful of you to even think of crossing that line while you are staying in my home at my expense.”



THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WAS SHEER SHOCK…He moved WAY beyond stunned. He looked flattened!



“Well, since you are not going to help Will, I have decided you can get out. Now take your stuff. You will not be changing clothes or showering – this is a “do not pass go – do not collect $200 – situation.” [All I like to do now is play Monopoly online all the time to distract myself from the mood of this place.]



“Okay.”



While he moves his shit down to his car, I draw myself a bubble bath. I talk to my son like Paul is not even in the room. I load some laundry. I have said what I wanted to say without getting into what about him should change so he could grow up. While I waited for him to come home I had decided it wasn’t worth the effort, he’ll never learn until life kicks him hard enough and by then he’ll be a lonely old man.



I think ignoring him and not saying goodbye finalized my point perfectly. He’s insignificant. A mere flash in the pan.



I FEEL FUCKING AMAZING. I GOT THE CHANCE TO SHOW WILL WHAT I DON’T LIKE ABOUT PAUL AND DIDN’T HAVE TO EVEN MAKE THE SLIGHTEST EFFORT TO SET PAUL UP FOR FAILURE. HIS OWN BEHAVIORS RUINED WILL’S ADMIRATION.



And I regained more of it because I took the helm and steered our pirate ship through another storm…Lv M