We’re still talking about those future in laws I am going to meet. It was a long conversation!

Do you remember, Dracula and Candy with the huge breasts who could baby talk men?

She is talking about him, here. Recall I am having a profound Neptune transit. I was in a daze, obviously as I had a Pisces doing my thinking for me!

This conversation took place in ‘92 or ‘93. You will recognize various patterns in my relationships that play out in the same way, shape and form almost 2 decades later.

I wrote this about 2004, I think.

Swearing below the break

“Look at the last one. The actor. He had to pluck your eyebrows for you. You don’t know how! Did he care? He didn’t care. Now you’re gone because he fucked up and he’s standing around thinking, I sure wish I wouldn’t have fucked up because she was good and she left my ass high and dry and didn’t even look back”.

I snickered.

“He’s thinking, I thought I could fuck up 40 times and she’d hang around. I was wrong. Geez, man. I must be stupid. Yeah, that’s it. I’m a dumb ass.”

“He’s thinking that?”

“Fuckin’ A. You made him look good. He looked good when he was standing next to you and trust me, his Leo rising is kicking his own ass today wishing he could look as good as he did when he was with you. He has to work 10 times as hard for his attention now. To be seen, I mean. He knows he fucked up. It’s the same thing with this guy. If he fucks up, you’ll leave him and he’ll look around in disbelief. Eventually it’ll dawn on him that you won’t be back and he’ll wish he didn’t fuck up but it’s too late.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Come on, Elsa. You don’t like fools. You give lots of chances but if someone persists in being an idiot, well then you’re done with them and let’s face it. When you’re done, you;re done like dinner. Except the Pianist.  (Scott) That guy had legs, I gotta admit. But this is not the Pianist. If this guy fucks up and treats you bad, then you’ll leave him and he gets to stand in a line with the rest of the dummies.”

“Amazing.”

“Look, he’s lucky to have you. He has you in love with him, I can tell. He needs to keep it that way. You don’t ask for much. In fact you ask for almost nothing. What? A little respect? I’ve never seen you ask for anyone for anything besides a little respect and for what you offer, if they can’t give that, then fuck them. That’s what I say.”

“What I offer?” I said from my Neptoon fog.

“Yes! Now,” she said as I heard her inhale on her cigarette.  “If you go home with him and these people eat you alive, I’ll hold him personally responsible and I will be pissed. You can tell him I said that if you want. Not that he needs to worry about me. He needs to worry about you. I’ll be pissed but so what? I’m a Pisces. What am I going to do? Swim by him? Make a wave? A really big one? Please.”

I laughed.

“You on the other hand? Well. I don’t think he’ll recover, they never do.”

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“..I think he’s going to, all right? I like how this guy is treating you but I’ll say it again. They’re gunning for you and it isn’t right. They are loading their guns right fucking now and what are you doing? Are you loading yours? Sharpening your knife? No. You are probably wondering what to get them for Christmas.”

Crap. She was right. That was exactly what I was wondering.

“And you’re planning to heal their son’s pain from 20 years. Not just one of them but both of them! She’s got two kids crippled for 20 years and what’s the bitch mother done to help them? Not a fucking thing,” she said. “Now you’re going to help them. You’ll do it too, right?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can.”

“Fuckin’ A. You can and you will. You’re willing to get in there and get yourself dirty when no one has bothered to do shit for them for 20 years so these mother-fuckers can just show you a little respect, or else.”

“You sure are jaded.”

“Yeah, yeah I know I am. Look, Elsa. I’m not saying this is going to happen but it could. ”

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