Some hoes can't take a hint...

....or Crazy Hoes I have known, the Unfolding Saga.

Last night while I was sleeping, I received 5 pages worth of text messages & a voicemail from "Do Not Answer" AKA the one & only Mo Gumbo (whom you will surely remember from August's blog "Saying Goodbye").

"Sent u email. No response. Please. If there is something you need, let me take care of something for you in exchange for my grandma's bag and some needles. My daughter, Mini Gumbo is learning to knit and we are goint to take a class together. I get ya about 60 and again when I get paid next Friday. Could wire. Or visit or wishlist. If you no longer have them it's ok. Not trying to Indian give (Bitch, Please. This is the definition of Indian giving.) Just thought if you don't care it would be nice for us to use them and it should have nothing to do with you being mad at me for hanging up on you in the midst of my worst point."


I am really glad I didn't get woken up by this madness. The fact that she cannot conceptualise that I am not mad, I just don't care tells me that she & I do not inhabit the same reality & we do not need to be communicating.

"I sent you an email & didn't get a response & I sent you some texts & you didn't respond & I looked for you on Facebook but you're not on there any more...I don't know, I can't imagine this is all because I hung up on you when I was going thru some shit. I just don't get it...But I sent you text messages...I think I already talked to you about my grandma's knitting needles. I'll send you a hundred bucks & a return priority postage paid box to send the bag and some needles in. & if not, you'll have a hundred bucks, I don't know if you'll send them to me..call me back"

You will notice that at no time do I see or hear the word sorry any place in here. & I don't know what email she has been using but it is clearly not one of the ones I have checked daily for the last 5 years or so.

12 hours later, while I am at work I get another phone call from Do Not Answer & a voicemail & then around 1 PM I get another phone call from a number that's not in my phone book but has the same area code as Do Not Answer.I got a text that said: "Please get back to me" followed but not 1 but 2 txts with phone numbers in them.

After I got out of work, I listened to her voicemail. Desperately unhappy at not getting her way.

"Hi. I'm sorry if you think I've dropped the ball...I've sent you emails, you don't respond.I don't know what to do, if do you have a bill or something I can pay, I'll pay your cell phone bill for the next few months, in exchange for the needles & the bag if you're not attached to it, I'm not trying to be a bitch about this but I thought I talked to you about this already. & I'm sick & lots is going but I can't believe you're bitching...or not bitching, but being non-responsive because I hung up on you when I've seen you forgive people for shitloads worse sins...but just let me do something really huge for you in exchange for something really small. I don't even know if you're at the same address, so I kinda don't wanna send a hundred dollar bill, but just please text me or call me or something. Please!"

I think this is some kind of a test from God. Lord knows getting the bills paid is my #1 priority but the price tag is too high. I know this ho too well to be getting up into something like this with her. As my friend Agnes says, "How can she be so ignorant?"

I keep asking myself the same thing. But I have the feeling like Mo Gumbo is not gonna let go of this. I just do not wanna have any more interactions with her. I'm not angry at her for hanging up on me, it made my decision that much easier. I'm tired of riding the crazy train & I'm not interested in another ride.