MEGA CRISIS. or not?
So the ex-boyfriend is getting married. Someone real obnoxious had the balls to ask me: " Is that a bad thing?"
Bzzzzt. Nyet!! No no NONO. That's not the point. That's not the fuCkEEng PoINT!
The point is, or the Points Are:
1. He is not allowed to get married.
2. He is supposed to pine and wither away in my absence.
3. He is not allowed to be happy. He is to be perpetually sad, clinging on to my beaming photos and weeping copiously day after day after day.
4. He is supposed to grow old, fat, bald and lonely.
5. I am supposed to meet him again 10 years from now, me with my delightful brood of well-behaved and beautiful children, and him in a torn singlet and sad plastic slippers, at a coffeeshop. At the point which I will pat him lightly on his balding shiny head, and then hand him a dollar and shoo him on his way back to his homeless shelter. At the point which I shall whisper to my delightful brood of children that that is What Happens When You Don't Do Your Homework. At the point which they shall nod solemnly in awe of their mom's shining wisdom and invincibility.
THAT is what is Supposed to happen.
Because someone somewhere up there is Fate's Huge and UNORGANIZED office, someone has SCREWED UP, now THIS has happened.
People, you Have To Get Your Act Together. This was not in the Script. Okey Dokey?
Jeez.
Bzzzzt. Nyet!! No no NONO. That's not the point. That's not the fuCkEEng PoINT!
The point is, or the Points Are:
1. He is not allowed to get married.
2. He is supposed to pine and wither away in my absence.
3. He is not allowed to be happy. He is to be perpetually sad, clinging on to my beaming photos and weeping copiously day after day after day.
4. He is supposed to grow old, fat, bald and lonely.
5. I am supposed to meet him again 10 years from now, me with my delightful brood of well-behaved and beautiful children, and him in a torn singlet and sad plastic slippers, at a coffeeshop. At the point which I will pat him lightly on his balding shiny head, and then hand him a dollar and shoo him on his way back to his homeless shelter. At the point which I shall whisper to my delightful brood of children that that is What Happens When You Don't Do Your Homework. At the point which they shall nod solemnly in awe of their mom's shining wisdom and invincibility.
THAT is what is Supposed to happen.
Because someone somewhere up there is Fate's Huge and UNORGANIZED office, someone has SCREWED UP, now THIS has happened.
People, you Have To Get Your Act Together. This was not in the Script. Okey Dokey?
Jeez.
