I got a call today from my Ex, Emily. This is actually a daily occurence. We've now been officially divorced for over five years... but I hear from her almost each and every day. She has now been in half a dozen relationships since our parting of ways, but she still feels the need to hear my voice and to bitch to me about me. Why do I take the call? I ask myself that everyday. I'm not someone who suffers fools gladly... so what does it say about me that I am willing to take this daily dose of verbal slashing? Nothing good I'd guess.
The love of my life is wonderful Sedra. I care for her a great deal. When we are together... well it's hard to describe how it feels. Let me see... at the risk of sounding like a total putz... It's like the first bite of a great chocolate truffle... But what is a pisser is that it feels vaguely familiar... a sort of an emotional déjà vu. I can't remember anymore after all the numbing crap... but I think I felt this way once about Emily. So am I perpetually doomed? Hmmmm... On second thought, life is a bitch!
