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We are home from Mizzou. They beat Nebraska for the first time in twenty five years. The crowd was so wild and we had a great time. Non-stop action for 24 hours straight. Friday night we were in bed. It was 11:30. We were leaving early the next morning so we were both asleep. We woke up to my cell phone ringing. It showed Big Daddy's cell phone number but I didn't get it in time so it went to voicemail. For those of you who don't know, he is my ex-husband's step brother and remains one of my dearest friends. The phone beeped to show a message was left. I called into my voicemail to hear the message thinking something surely must be wrong for him to be calling us that late at night, and not on our home phone.It was the idiot I was once married to, what seems like a million years ago. He left a minute long message of drunken garble that I couldn't even understand. The background was very noisy so he was obviously in a bar. Some things never change. He must of gotten a hold of Big Daddy's cell phone which has all of my numbers programmed on it. I asked my honey if it bothered him that he called me. He said no. He said it only tells him that he is jealous, otherwise he wouldn't be bothering me. Certainly not at 11:30 at night. Certainly not when he was shit faced drunk. Certainly not on my cell phone. I hope this is all I hear from him.
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