Can someone please explain why is it that I have had a lovely, placid affair with the same guy since 2006, with no bullshit, no craziness, not a hint of unrest or silliness, and then some other guy comes along and fucks me up so bad?
I mean, seriously, folks, in all of my life, I have never felt so bad about myself after something went bad, the way I felt after this one. Even after the ones that nearly ended in marriage, I didn't feel this bad about myself. No one has ever made me behave this way, EVER. I dunno.
I am going to be examining this one from a million angles for a long time.
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Transference of Jewish guilt. All Rothsteins know this.
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