Just not that into you…
There is a hole in my heart.
I have tried to patch it up with make-up and men, but am always left with unsuccessful results. I put the hole there when I called off my wedding. I was scared. I ran the other way and broke the heart of a perfectly lovely man. The guilt still whirrs through my soul, but there is nothing to do, but remember to do the right thing the next time.
I liked El Douche for a little while. He was nice. I guess. But a complete bullshit artist. He’s the type of man that’ll never be satisfied. I know. I dance for them.
We broke up. I have to move out. Back to the old luxe pad where I will throw myself into work until I can get over it and worry about myself again.
I am over him. I just feel ill over the fact he lied to me when I know the truth. I mean, I may not have all my morals intact, but I feel as if my heart is in the right place. I combed through his e-mail and discovered he had been with a hooker in Vegas. That doesn’t bother me. After I had hard core evidence of his X rated rendezvous he said I was ‘wrong’.
“How the fuck could he do that to you? You’re the best there is around.” Noah said.
He sensed something was wrong and called me. We spoke for nearly an hour. Catching up. None of our friends would know because we would be crucified for coming into contact again. His friends hate me. I hate his friends.
He scolded me for a good 10 minutes about how dangerous writing it all down is.
“Your brother could find this you know. DO you KNOW how devastating that would be?”
He was right. He is always right.
I like living on the edge.
We said our goodbyes. It felt good hearing his voice.
This week has been terrible. I lost an amazing person in my life. El Douche kicked me to the curb. And now my sis is in the hospital…again. I sat on the couch shaking like jello.
I texted El Douche.
My sis is in the hospital.
He texted back.
I’m in a meeting with 20 people!!!!
Oh how lucky I am to have such a sympathetic ex boyfriend.
Nothing a little white wine and Margot & The Nuclear So and So’s can’t help.
Maybe Walter will call.
