Dammit. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. And therapy in t-minus 1 hour. Hopefully, the bomb will be defused.
At least we’re talking.
Oh yeah, and his ex-wife gets remarried tomorrow. And his birthday is on Sunday (got gifts from his kids today and has been crying). Emotional time-bomb, anyone?
Why am I so mad? I’m more than pissed. WTF is WRONG with me?! I should be all, “OH honey….you poor baby…all this emotion swirling around in your life…what can I do for you? You sweet, tortured soul…come let me kiss your tears away.”
But goddammit! Heaven forbid I meet a great potential girl friend on a plane and drink a few too many glasses of wine that the flight attendant keeps slipping our way. HEAVEN FORBID I get off the airplane smiling and LAUGHING! Sure, I may have been slurring too, but FUCK! If I’m so FUCKING EMBARRASSING, then why don’t you get your sweet, dimpled, daddy-face the fuck OUT!!! Fucker!
That’s MY BED you’re sleeping peacefully in while I toss and turn on the sofa!!!!!!!
Oh shit. I so need this session.
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