10:17 p.m. - 2012-05-09
sordid...
I should be on one of those daytime talk show where angry women with big boobs and big butts and big hair try to scratch each other's eyes out over some weedy-looking guy with a mullet...
J told me that while Matt was shacking up with her at a hotel in Philly -- leaving me home with a newborn and a 2-year-old and the explanation that he was at a conference -- he was actually exchanging dirty texts with another woman WHILE he was in the hotel room getting it on with J. He has apparently done this to her quite a few times, and not really bothered to hide it. Like he's doing it to make her jealous/feel inferior.
This just blows my mind. If someone had told me 10 years ago that he'd be screwing women left and right, lying about everything and treating everyone like crap, I would have laughed my ass off. I would have said, "That's daytime TV, not the real world."
Now J's telling me that she gets tested for STDs every six months because she "doesn't trust him."
Great, now if the lesbian lovers thing doesn't work out, J and I can be ghonorrea sisters instead!
Montel, Montel, here I am!
I think the only thing better than putting his gonads through my blender right now would be putting through his gonads through a blender on daytime TV.
You know I have tried so hard to make myself get over Matt -- well, the image of him texting one woman while fucking another has done the trick.
Love is dead, dead, dead -- deader than a doornail and my skin is crawling.
Thank you, J.
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