that makes you a prostitute

I live out in the 'burbs. It's a long commute daily, but I make it because I have to (and 'cause I love my job). 10 months ago (give or take), I was asked by my then-manager if I could help a co-worker out until she got her car road worthy. I said sure. It was only going to be for a coupla months, right?

Up until Wednesday, I was still giving said co-worker a ride.

Lemme back up a sec--on Monday, I got an e-mail from her that said she was thinking about me on that day (the anniversary of the accident), and that I'm a strong woman and she's soooo thankful and appreciative that I give her a ride in to work. She also stated that she'd be getting her license.

Woo-fucking-hoo. I'm sure she's noticed the climate change in my car--I'm not thrilled with her these days, I'm tired of getting up early so I can pick her up and not be late. I'm tired of not getting home until after 7pm (have I mentioned 10 long months? Five days a week?) And I'm especially tired of carting around someone for whom I have absolutely zero respect.

So I was mildly excited to hear that she was finally getting her driver's license on Wednesday. I got a little more excited when she texted me to let me know she'd passed. Not once did she ask me for a ride on Thursday--not before she left for the day, not when she texted me later, not even at 5 am when she knows I'm up and it's still feasible for me to come get her. I certainly wasn't going to call or text her to ask if she needed a ride. I'm done with that shit--I'm not Morgan Freeman, and she ain't Miss Daisy, period.

I'm not gonna lie--I wasn't surprised when she texted me to ask what time I was going in. I was a little bent because she conveniently did it at a time when she knew I was likely on the road. In fact, I was almost at work when I was able to text her back to let her know I wasn't picking her up. Her response was 'oh, ok'.

She ignored me at work. Didn't say a single thing to me. Not a thank you for taking me to work for 10 months, I'm sorry I turned into a burden, nothing. Just flat out ignored me.

And I'm honestly fine with that. She's an asshole, plain and simple. Lied to me for months now about some shenanigans with a couple of co-workers (who are a couple), made herself out to be the victim when that was the farthest thing from the truth. She also uses men for what they can give her--she'll give up the pussy, but you *have* to give her something in return, be it a plane ticket to come see you, a new trashy tattoo, pay her bills, get her a cellphone, buy her clothing, etc.

What befuddles me is that she's been prostituting herself around in this fashion for quite some time, yet she *never* once asked any of her men to fix her fucking car for her.

I'm done with being used. I wish I had been wise enough to nip this shit in the bud several months ago, but what matters now is that she's no longer riding with me. There are other co-workers living out this direction. Let her use them for a while.

advice

if insanity is defined as doing the same thing over and over expecting different results (thanks, Einstein. No, really. look it up), then I won't continue to chase my tail.

doling out advice isn't my specialty; rather, crazy is.

i've been there, done that, written the book, gotten the t-shirt, lost the t-shirt, found it again, cut it up *and* made it fit properly, so when i do give out advice (always asked for, rarely volunteered), i expect that you (at the very fucking least), listen to what the fuck i'm saying. if you can save yourself the heartache and hardships i've dealt with simply by listening to me, then i've done my job.

if you don't want to heed my advice then don't fucking come to me with your problems, 'cause i can't help you.

and i won't/can't fix it for you.

shit or get off the pot, darlin', please, 'cause the fact that we're all tired of your shit is going to push you that much closer to the ledge.