Gonna Drown A Guy In My Septic Tank

Yup.  I’m definitely going to work that murder into one of my next novels.  And while I’m writing the scene, I’ll feel a great deal of satisfaction as I picture the victim.  Who would that be?  My youngest daughter’s first ex-boyfriend.

Writing romance novels for years, I’m no stranger to arguments, fights and breakups but, while it’s just a part of the writing life (and usually necessary for the plot), it’s another story when it’s real.

When the real involves one of your children, though, it’s really hard to just sit back and do nothing except offer a shoulder. 

It’s not that I’m sorry to see the tail end of this guy.  Something about him didn’t set well from the start.  Much of what I saw fit the profile of a controlling person, and the way he broke up with her didn’t alter that opinion at all.  Why?  Because he couldn’t just breakup with her like a decent human being.  Nope.  He went out of his way to make her feel bad about herself in the process.  Gutless wonder that he is, he did it via text messages, too.  Very mature…

Yes, today’s blog is basically a rant.  But it’s a better idea than taking a drive to his house to dish out a little hurt of my own.  Of the physical variety.

I won’t do that, however, because prison still isn’t hasn’t made my top ten list of future vacation destinations.  So all I can do is offer what comfort I can, and keep reassuring her that it is him, not her.

I also want to say, I love you, Sweetie.  And remember this…

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10 responses to “Gonna Drown A Guy In My Septic Tank

  1. So sorry … for both of you. Gonna go hug my munchkin while she’s still four. Just picture Thomas punching him in the nose.

  2. Thanks, Breeana. And do hug your munchkin. It’s a lot easier now than it will be after a guy breaks her heart someday. You’ll know that she’ll get over it…it’s just getting her there that will be the hard part.

    Love imagining Thomas punching him in the nose, lol. I’d like to do a little punching myself. 🙂

  3. Tell your daughter that old Viking Proverb, “Living well is the best revenge.”
    I also must confess more than one evil doer in my life has met his fate in the pages of a novel. I have yet to use the septic tank thing though, nice one.
    Ok, you can borrow my diarrhea ray gun for a while if you like.

    Blessings to you both. Prudence

  4. Ooh! A diarrhea gun…I like it! Only problem is, he’s so full of it there would be nothing left to drown if I used that on him. 🙂

    Seriously though…great proverb. I’m going to write it down because she’s in no mood to be cheered up right now. I’ll give it to her in a few days though. Thanks. 🙂

  5. asraidevin

    Aww mama bear. Hopefully I have a long while before I have to deal with boyfriends, but it’s sooner then i’d like.

    Go do some boxing while you pretend it’s him. Or yes write him into a story where bad things happen.

  6. Boxing is a wonderful idea! LOL…I could even print his picture and glue it to the punching bag. 🙂

    But yes, I will be having all sorts of bad things happen to him in the book. And since it’s a series, I may just drag it out through two or three.

    You are so right though, Asrai, boyfriends will be in the picture before you know it. Remember when you started dating, all the times your heart was ‘broken?’ You’ll find it was a lot easier to go through it yourself than it is to watch a daughter (or even son) go through it. I think maybe because you want to rip the offending person’s head off. 🙂

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