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A few glasses of
wine made it easier to admit what the real problem was. The total lack of
confidence in myself and my own instincts. My own personal albatross. Every
time I saw his face or heard his voice, it reminded me of my every failure. I
had been head over heels in love with a guy who hadn’t given a crap less about me beyond
what I could do for him. The moment somebody offered him something I couldn’t,
he was gone. It was the promise of fame and celebrity that lured him. It wasn’t
even really about Avalon. She was just a bonus to his new life, a brainless
bitch who told him how great he was and hung on his every word.
The bitch got
boobs and I got to wipe my business account almost clean to pay the wedding
bills. But the punishment didn't end there. Thanks to his newfound fame, the
tabloids were all over anything that had to do with him and it seemed that most
of our graduating class cared more about their own fifteen minutes of fame than
compassion for a classmate. So, I got the parting gift of public humiliation as
our story was told over and over again with varying degrees of accuracy. Even
now, a year later, people either looked at me with pity or made snarky comments
behind my back. The bitchier ones made them to my face. It sucked.
The
whole experience had made me not only question my own intuition and judgment
when it came to the male species, but my intelligence as well. From time to
time, it also made me seriously consider a rather dramatic lifestyle change.
One that involved long dresses, sensible black shoes, wimples, and celibacy.
The thought of the latter part was the only thing that kept me from running out
to the nearest nun recruiting center. Of course, celibacy was only a problem in
theory at this point.
Grandma Fiona is a quirky chick. I want to be her when I grow up!
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