Here's the thing. The next time you want to vent to me about how your lover was a bitch, please leave me out of it, unless you also vow to update me on the ensuing patch up, no matter how mushy it was. The mush I can handle, the terrible impression I'll carry around, of your lover, I can't. See, the thing is, yesterday I got to know of a friend A who was getting married, through a mutual friend B. Now B was kind enough to show me the album of A and his beau. When her face registered I was visibly surprised. And no, not in a happy kind of way, but in a I-can't-believe-he's-marrying-her kind of way. Since the time A told me about her (which was two years ago), I have had the worst possible picture about her. Obviously I wasn't on the mailing list, when things patched up. But now I am mad at A, for making me feel so guilty for being such a bitch. I can't help but wonder if she'll make A happy and if I should ever run into them, I'd be eyeing daggers at her wincing that after all she did, he is still marrying her.
So for the love of god, if you want me to feel happy for you when you patch up with your jerk/bitch, save the sob story for someone else.
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