What are the rules for getting on with life?  I have never been good at good-byes.  In fact, my telephone calls tend to go a good 15 minutes beyond my last important thing to say because there is something so abrupt about goodbye that I can't bring myself to say it.

I know how this was supposed to work for him.  He was a complete and total ass.  I was simply supposed to fall out of love and move on.  I was still supposed to worship him.  I was to say to myself "we have nothing in common."  I couldn't do it.  It was too, too ... planned.  You see.

It is possible to simply pick yourself up and walk away when someone has wiped the floor with you?  ..Or does that call for a duel.  I feel that it was so much more than the slap on the cheek with a glove.  It was the ultimate shame.  ...  with every footfall of his I hear "you stupid bitch" and everytime I don't respond I in deed I feel like I am answering to the name. 

At first, I had to see if he had any intention of being faithful to her.  Nope!  That most definitely was not the case.  Either she is stupid or she has decided that she for whatever reason does not deserve a whole man of her own.  I should pitty her... oh, but I am not so good and even when I have thought of doing her a service and letting her in on something of him I thought better of it.  We tend to be stuck on stupid and then my intentions weren't exactly the most pure.  So, as usual I decided to rise above.