Tonight, the soldier was elaborating around his analogy…

“Well it’s always like that. When we first get together we’re those two dogs nip at each other’s legs. They’re all running around. Then one goes over and pees on a fire hydrant, then he comes back all nerves and then they nip at each other some more. This is how we act, P. We’re just like two dogs all excited, don’t know what to do.”

Yeah.”

“But pretty soon those two dogs are running down the road together. They’re runnin’ and that’s it. No other dogs! And we get more and more like that because we reinforce each other’s dog-ness.”

I laughed. And I thought of the criticism about me posting this gal’s texts but you know what? We have put up with this gal for nearly six months. We have been patient, compassionate, understanding and blah, blah, blah. We have let her run alongside us for a half a year with a chance to get the plot.

But now there are threats and 25 messages a day, so yeah. Both dogs are ready to turn around and bite her head off. And it doesn’t matter which one as long as someone does it. Get the hell out of here.

Let’s see. You send someone 50-100 text messages a week, half of them designed to provoke, all of then ignored and when they finally get pissed off, then YOU are the victim? I don’t think so.

There is such a person that just won’t stop unless you cut them. Scorpio draws these types. They want the knife and just won’t stop until they get it.