old (2009), Uncategorized


Probably the only thing more shocking than finding your first husband on Facebook is learning that he married the woman he (a) was cheating on you with but (b) insisted nothing was happening at the time and (c) visited your therapist with you to convince said therapist that you needed antipsychotic meds to quell your delusions, which you believed were delusions until (d) you walked in on them having sex — in his office. Yes, it’s been 13 years. Still — all this time I thought she was an aberration, not The One. (Meanwhile, I think I’ll die alone.)