Wigging Out

Dumped again. Abandoned. Packed the old kit bag with no forwarding address. A two year relationship thrown away without any explanation.

I've been through this before. I'll survive. In fact, I'm pretty sure I might have met someone new tonight. Someone I'm willing to try again with. Tend to go through this pattern every couple of years. Always start out a little shy, hesitant. Afraid to ask for what I really want deep down. Over weeks and months, the trust builds up and finally I can be myself. Confess my fantasies. Aspire to be the person I really think I could be.

And then Poof.

Gone.

Not even a Dear Sheena letter. In fact it was worse.... intimately detailed cards were apparently taken or destroyed on a whim.

I suppose I can understand it to some extent. I had admitted to seeing someone else on those weekends in Toronto. Or when I had an important event to attend and our schedules didn't mesh. But we could have talked about it. I might have changed, if I had known.

Rot in hell Kristie. You cowardly hairdressing bitch. No more 20% tips from me should your sorry ass ever cross my path again. Darlene was there to pick up the pieces. You're dead to me now.