I’m feeling pretty good. I have focus and clarity at work (where let’s face it, I could really use it right now) I’ve come to accept that some recent developments have actually happened, no they can’t be “fixed,” and furthermore I no longer have the energy for the drama- and there seems to be an endless supply around these parts. To sum up, Mr. X had an affair. He was unhappy, he was “lost” and suddenly “found” himself in the pants of a lackluster local lounge act. It was passionate. It was sneaky. It was… brief.
The “anonymous” tips as to the extent of his infidelity are not really necessary or desired at this moment. I have all the details I could ever need or want right now, and people…we broke up. He moved out. I’m in therapy. So let’s let sleeping dogs lie, dead horses die and all just put on our big girl or boy pants and find something else to obsess about. (Like exercise! Exercise is grand!) Calling into question the validity of my entire 3 year relationship just makes me sad, and mad- and then I dive into rants about the “Great Whore of GainesVegas,” and that just isn’t pretty for anyone, right?
Listen, I appreciate the folks that are looking out for me. I have an outpouring of support and love all around me, and again, feeling pretty darn good right now, so all of those in favor of the drams or stirring up more shit or with any other motive that is not of the “Amanda-getting-over-this” variety, need not apply.
‘Kay? Sheesh.
