I was doing good.

I have, for the most part, stopped caring about Stormy by now. She has left Aaron (and me, I guess) alone for long enough that my flaming anger has subsided into mostly apathy. I can actually look at her MySpace page without my blood pressure skyrocketing, which is a start. It'd probably be worse if I ever actually saw her in person, but that's probably not going to happen, so I'm not going to worry about it.

The closest I've ever come is seeing her little sister and couple of guys walking down the side of the highway in Ranger once. We were in Aaron's car; we had just dropped his sister off at their mom's friend's house and were pulling back onto Loop 254 when Aaron pulled over to the shoulder of the road. I didn't even realize what was happening at first. Then I saw these three kids walking, and I was like, Oh, he probably knows them. He chatted with them for a couple minutes before we pulled back on the highway and went on our way again ... it was then that he was like, "I would've offered them a ride, but that was Stormy's little sister." And I was just quiet for a moment. About all I could say was, "Oh." Stormy's little sister had been in on the whole plot of last summer wherein they created a fake MySpace page and sent me an e-mail insinuating that Aaron had been cheating on me with some nonexistent girl (the e-mail was something to the effect of "So, how long have you and Aaron been dating? Because some stuff kind of happened at the beginning of summer and ... well, he's messing with one of our heads, and I just want to know whose!" But with worse grammar, spelling, and punctuation). Lucky for all of us involved, I knew that Aaron wasn't cheating on me (but I was pretty darn confused and upset about the source of the e-mail, because at the time I didn't know that Stormy and her sister had created a fake MySpace; I thought it was some random crazy girl). When I found out who had sent me the e-mail I cursed a blue streak. Up and down. For several days. I was pissed off. I already didn't like her (it's that jealous streak inherent in women), but this new turn of events really gave me a reason to hate her. And hate her I did. Like I said, I couldn't even look at her MySpace page without my blood pressure skyrocketing. Then, fast forward to last semester (Fall 08), when I'm walking to concert band one day and Aaron calls me to tell me that she keyed his car. And he knew that she did it because she was sort of kind of with one of his friends at the time, and the guy saw her do it. That really pissed me off (and prompted the infamous declaration "I'll kick her f-ckin -ss!", here bleeped for the kiddies). I was not happy. Here she said on her MySpace that she was absolutely in love with Handsome-Face-Number-569, but for some reason she couldn't let go of Aaron enough to stop messing with him.

But you know what? Nothing's happened since then, and, a year and a month (just about) after me and Aaron first started dating, I don't think that I'm going to lose him anytime soon. So I realized just now that I just don't care anymore. She's not an issue. I think I finally realized that she's not a threat, and since she hasn't done anything to try and hurt anyone I love (the number-one way to get on my bad side) in a very long time, I stopped caring. Granted, if she started messing with him again I'd put firecrackers in her mailbox in a heartbeat. (Well, Ana knows I'm all talk and no game, so I'd at least want to put firecrackers in her mailbox really bad. =P)

Granted, when I looked at her old blogs (so sue me! Jealous women feel this inescapable need to investigate) and saw really old comments left by Aaron, it still hurt. A lot. But I also realize that that has absolutely no bearing on the present, so I haven't worried about it. I'm pretty sure that I've got him and I'll have him for a while. ;) Not too worried about that. So ... yeah. I guess time heals all wounds or something. Or people just stop caring after a while.