Joe called me last night. UGH. At thirty years old you'd think I'd be over the "boys are stupid, throw rocks at them" sentiments so aptly expressed by girls half my age on various items of merchandise...but I'm not.
I mean I almost married him, I'll admit that...in my defence I was twenty-three and stupid and just out of university and he was the love of my life. As you think...usually. But we're NOT FRIENDS, I wish him no harm and I'm sure he's getting on fine or whatever but in no way are we friends! He cheated, all I got out of it was the money from selling the engagement ring, that doesn't make us friends no matter how many years follow. So he doesn't have the right to congratulate me on a new job, or see how I am doing, because as far as he is concerned I am NONEXISTANT.
Right? I am in the moral relationship right here. Someone back me up on this...
Forget it, I am going to go curl up with Bridget Jones's Diary in typical fashion.
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