heres the senerio… you are dating a guy and things are good, like REALLY good. you have taken each other to meet your families and friends maybe even a work function or two.. everything is on track for him to be the (drum roll please) ONE! then suddenly he pulls the i just need space card and you are icecream eating, sappy movie watching, sweat suit wearing depressed. this man has just broken your heart into a million trillion pieces..no not pieces..shards that cut your very soul everytime you try to breath. its a rough few weeks, but being a woman you put on your big girl panties, your sexiest outfit call up your girls and announce its time to get over this dbag m-effer. and heres the thing you do cause thats what us ladies DO, cant keep us down for long! you find out he has a new lady friend, even see them around town a few times.. and guess what you are so resilient that it dosent even phase you.. and when you find out she breaks with him, you actually feel kinda sorry for the dbag.! the sun is shining, birds are singing, you find yourself in the company of some rather dashing young men and you are embracing the single life again… it is a glorious few months. and you have all but forgotten about whats his name… his loss anyway. then one night you are sitting at home on a particularly boring rainy sunday night and HE calls…. yes its him the dream stomper. and for whatever reason you answer (yes something else us ladies do just because sometimes we are stupid) here comes the song and dance.. “youre all i ever wanted, youre all i ever needed, so tell me what to do now when i want you back.” hmmmmm… you think, there is a very small part of your heart that gasps, that restarts the little flame of hope… maybe it was just a mistake, maybe he really does love you and was just scared, maybe he has been broken hearted and realizes just how much he loves you and cant live without you your heart whispers… then your liver (which is bigger than your heart) says heart shut the hell up, hes just lonely.. you get back with him ill stop working and youll get hepatitis… so you say “well….” “anything.” he pleads “well….. you can go eff yourself and the high horse you juse rode in on.”
until next time xoxoxo frances