Spent the night tossing and turning. Half the time dreaming about her saying her vows to me, half of it dreaming about them together. The awake moments wanting to take a craft knife to my brachial artery. Life was never meant to hurt this much.
And my sodding car has broken irretrievably so yet another stress to deal with - have to go shopping again. They're off galavanting to expensive holidays and concerts, and I'm scraping together the funds to pay the rent.
Can't believe how much my WAW has changed. She used to be always found in soccer kit and scabby jogging bottoms, the least materialistic person I know. Now it seems she lives a life of Armani and Gucci, just like the new lover. I can't bear to watch it happening.
Reality is that which, if you don't believe in it, doesn't go away.
