You know the old saying about things being too good to be true. I even used this with him when he asked me to move in. Yep, still true. Still so fucking true. I'm actually more resigned than bitter, even though it might come across like that. Prince Charming does not exist. The fatal flaw has been uncovered. The wedding is off. Ah, but didn't we have a good run on Pintrist?

Heyhat!

(Me naked on the bathroom floor of the Ritz finishing a bottle of Champagne alone. This is apparently my life now)

What's a girl to do now? Stick around for the freebies while looking for something else? Carry on with my head in the sand? Run away POWMIA style never to be heard from again? Something like that...

Even right now he is texting trying to make plans for Sept. SMH

I think I need an Alchoholiday. Long BUF layover tonight. Drinking will be had.