Hello old friend
Today, as my ex-husband left the house to go to my ex-in-laws, I took advantage of the situation to launch a bomb. I told him that in all the years we’d been together, I’d always secretly hated Michel Sardou. He responded by bursting into tears and begging me to come back, that now that we’d been honest, Sardou would be put away forever.
Ha!
No, the real story was that I saw him leave, after he gave me a chaste peck on the cheek and a pain au chocolat, and as his fingers pulled the keychain off the hook, I noticed the extra set of keys. My mind, already racing, knew whose keys they were, what address to go to, and where to find a bottle of kerosene. Not that I’m angry really… it just seems appropriate to have violent fantasies at moments like these. Fantasies I will indulge in, for the moment, because it seems like the best thing to do.
Other best things to do are taking hot showers, naps, reading great books, seeing friends, drinking, dancing and having a marvelous time. All of these are in short order.
If I feel that I am suffering, perhaps it is appropriate. Perhaps one should go through a mourning period, to properly rid oneself of past emotions, past pain and past love, before moving forwards. There is a whole ton of me that giggles with delight at the outline of chimneys against a setting sun, or the fabulously structured castles of Bach in the air, or the charm in laughing out loud to yacht rock. These are my pleasures, no one elses. I just hope I don’t end up dating Hollywood Steve in pure desperation!
no, the chimneys are mine too
maitresse said
Down with that.
Administrator said
Wow, you got stuff going on.
chantel said
Whaaaaa???!
Maureen said