So yes I went through with my afternoon delight. I enjoyed it immensely. It’s about time I get some freaking action. But guess what? Now (let’s call him Dave) Dave is cooling off. Like, an hour after being together, he went from 1 million to zero.
I don’t mind if you all point and laugh; you can even say, Told Ya So!! I deserve that.
Perhaps I’m naive, but I wasn’t expecting this. At least so soon. He’s the one that asked me, “This will be an ongoing thing, right?” Riiiiiight. All I wanted was some stress relief. Some fun. Some excitement. Oh, I got it. I guess I just wanted more. Not a boyfriend or replacement husband…just some action on the side so my freaking life wouldn’t SUCK SO BAD.
So here I am, the day after. The Drunk is drunk. I am starting to believe this is what I’m destined for. This is all you can get.
I told The Drunk he’s got to agree to divorce me because I don’t want to be responsible for his death costs. Because I know he’ll end up in critical condition in some hospital for a week before he actually does die. And guess who’ll be left holding the bill, as usual? I told him he could still live with me and we can be together, just divorced. We’ll see what happens.
In the meantime, go ahead and have a good laugh on me. This is all I deserve.
The Alcoholic Marriage 