But then Mr. X announced
over Facebook he’s engaged! In my opinion that calls for a blog.....and tequila not
necessarily in that order. Hell I promise not in the order J
My initial reaction
was lovely, I said to my friend “I wish them the best; I hope they’re blissfully
married for 40 years” it didn’t stay lovely though, I followed that up with “then
she runs off with the pool boy, breaking his fucking heart into millions of
tiny pieces.” To quote myself exactly I followed that with “cheers”.
I never claimed to be
nice, I’m making that clear but I’m honest. And my honest feeling is I hope she
emotionally fucks him, the way he fucked me.
I know you’re not
meant to say that out loud, I’m sorry but that’s how I feel. I don’t wish him
any actual harm, mainly because that shit heals. I want something emotional
that way every time he thinks he’s fine, some fucker can pull that scab off and
bring it all back up to the surface again.
Now if you’ll excuse
me I have some drinking to do, like I said my team made the playoffs and Mr. X
is engaged, I’m pretty sure the apocalypse is coming.
