Deftones Drama, and 'What the Fuck?'

With the full knowledge that I may be disclosing my position on the globe to the five lovely individuals that read this (three of whom already know precisely where I live), I went to see the Deftones last night. Google it, know where I live. So there.

Anyway, went to Deftones show. And....it was....ok. Long, loud, mediocre. "Fallen" opened--lots of yelling and squealing. I was reminded of a book on tape I had as a child--"The Smurfs and the Howly Bird". Pretty much sums it up.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that Dir En Grey was the second opener (I am probably the only person at the show who didn't look up the entire playbill) and was even more surprised to find out that they 1)have a huge following even though they really don't speak much english {from japan} and 2)really aren't that great live.

Finally, Deftones. Finally. we were there for 4 hours and left early.

Chino Moreno is...the lead singer. And not all that great of a performer. Played all the songs I longed for, barring one (Change in the House of Flies) but the songs were vocally non-recognisable. Sad. Sad, sad panda. Sad.

Anyway. So there's that. Glad I went, glad I can say "I saw the deftones!" but it didn't change my life.

On to the "what the fuck?" portion of today's post.

For those of you who know me personally, this is going to be something of a recap, at first. Please bear with me.

Three + years ago, I was in college. I was also dating, rather seriously, so I thought, a man who shall remain nameless. Long story short, we fucked around on eachother (Polyamory, actually--we were both ok with it so long as the 'hearts stayed at home' or, as I now call it, 'we are deluded morons who want some ass on the side because you/me are actually an asshole') and he dumped me, BIG TIME, for the girl who he had been sleeping with who was 1)A virgin before she slept with him and 2)A very good friend of mine. Long story short(er)--No one really liked this girl in our group of friends aside from the manthing and myself, and she knew it. So she (and my roomate, long and totally different story) 'got rid' of me, by defaming my character in ways I don't really care to share or recall--but I made it out a lot poorer and with a lot less shit than when I started. The last time I spoke with the manthing, I informed him that the moment the exfriend thought he would leave her, she would get pregnant. He called me a long list of names, and we haven't spoken since.

Their child turned one last month.

Anyway, on to the interesting stuff. (Oh, aside: Manthing hated, hated, hated all christians. Was a pagan through and through, refused to allow any talk of christianity (unless it was shit talk) in his presence. Exfriend was reasonably devout in her christianity, but left that completely to be with the manthing. This is relevant.)

I return from my lovely mini-vacation in the city and check my email. Myspace, to be specific.

And this is waiting for me: (names have been changed, obviously)

"Ya so this is Exfriend. I know how you like juicy gossip and now that you and I pretty much feel the same way about Manthing I thought you might find it amusing to know that he dumped me because he's apparently been in love with his uber Christian coworker Reallyuglychick for years. And he is now a Christian himself. I'm losing my mind. Anywho thought you might get a good laugh out of that one."


...................ok.

Now, she sent this via the profile of her son. I have/had blocked all members of this crew of people from contacting me via myspace, but didn't think to do so for the kid, because, well, why would a kid have a myspace? I thought it was spam, or a coworker, or something, so I opened it. Tada!

Now, I don't think it's funny. Ironic, yes. Funny, no. They have a child together--him doing this to her is far worse than anything they as a couple did to me. It's sad, and cruel. I'm sure there is far more to the story, but I don't care. It's been over three years since I have talked to these people, three years since I told them all I never wanted to have anything to do with them again.

This now raises the question: Why the hell would she tell me this?

Several theories:

1)Hell hath no fury.
2)Closest thing to an apology she could muster, seeing things from the other side.
3)She's as insane as we all thought.
4)She's doing everything she can to defame him--see #1--but he couldn't get much lower in my eyes.
5)I have no idea.

The strangest part? I can't message back. I'm blocked from doing so. This is fine, actually, because I really can't stomach the idea of talking to this person again. Some sins, as they say, are unforgivable. But I do feel bad. If given the opportunity, I would tell her so. I'm sorry that this happened to you. I hope that for the benefit of your child that things are alright eventually. I don't wish you any ill will--even though I probably should--and I do feel bad for this happening. You can, and will do better. I did. Good luck with life. Please don't contact me again--I am not a pawn.

Ill will or no, I have no respect for her other than as a human being and a mother. But no human being deserves to be treated like garbage.

Any thoughts?