Pax
Buck up ladies, this is a bit of a story. I'm rather new to the Heartless Bitch life but I'm rather taken with it so see no hope of going back. My husband left me earlier this year and after I had a never before seen temper tantrum he finally admitted he's gay...nice to know after 31 years of marriage. So, I'm free...taken aback at first, sure, but free. When he's crying about how he's sorry, how he wishes he could undo all this, how he'd have never left if only he'd know (you know the drill) all I'm thinking is that I'm free, free to be me for the first fucking time in my life. I've learned to say no, no you can't move home, no, I don't want to visit you, no, I don't want to do that to him and the rest of the world. And I laugh...a lot...this is a stupid situation and I'm laughing, you cry if you got to but do it over there. Sorry you're such a sensitive little fella but I'm going laugh when I want to. Fifty years of being the good daughter and thirty years of being the good wife are over and I will live as I want, laugh when I want, eat, sleep, and dance when I want. Don't slide anymore of your sugar coated guilt into my line of sight, those days are over. Judge me? Alrighty, want to hear what I see when I look at you? Thought not! I've always like the Carole Pope line "...people not fit to lick the bottom of my pumps!" Words to live by!
Country: Canada
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