I’ve been absent, mostly because there is drama in my corner and I can’t write about it without looking like the biggest gossip on earth.  It’s not entirely my story to tell, too.

The short version is this:  The tables have turned.  Call it karma or irony, or even ironic karma.  They say that you go through the stages of grief in a breakup, similar to a death.  I’m not sure all the rules apply to every situation, but you might say that I’m in the angry stage right now.  Except I had already made my way to “Acceptance,” since I’m pretty sure I started processing the divorce way before he did, so I was like three steps ahead all along.

But what happens when your stages are interrupted by outside factors?  Like you’re recovering from the breakup and you meet someone else.  I don’t think that allows you to really process the breakup.  It just distracts you and suspends your emotions/processing machine in space.  And you enter into a new relationship all kinds of fucked up.  Now let’s pretend you do that over and over again.  Every.  Single.  Relationship is entered into under false pretenses.

And *I* was the one who lied?

Pigeons in a box.  I have a crazy urge to kill the pigeons.