Well I've been away for a while. I write for work and frankly spending more time on the keyboard is infuriating. Besides, I am supposed to be GAL-ing.
What I've realized while away is that I am in no way detached. I spent Independence Day in a 3 hour yelling match over the phone. Irony, anyone?
What is clear is that she is tired of sneaking around. She wants it over with. I guess we agree on something. I don't like the sitch I'm in. What has been frustrating is that the few times I've actually not gone to church on Saturday night; going out with groups of friends, a camera phone finds me and some jealous b*tch sends the snap to W. It is taken out of context. Angry calls ensue, pulling me out of detachment.
I showed up on FB in a hug between two female friends that she knew and she knows are married. Suddenly, I'm as bad as she is. Or worse, I don't mean what I'm saying. I'm not serious. Nearly two years of pious living and a FB hug destroys it all. This town is way too small. If anyone cares to host me for a couple beers without the feeling of big brother looking over my shoulder, I would be enormously grateful. I'll supply the beer.
I'm not a rockstar, but at my height, I'm hard to miss. I don't sneak around well - unlike ...well nevermind.
