I am very, very tired this morning. Slept on the couch last night, shivering, and would have enjoyed about five extra hours this morning. ;)
Quick explanation for my post last night: you all know that Phil got promoted. Well, he hired his new assistant yesterday, and of course she was typical. Not the guy from London with the high-powered experience, of course – it’s a girl straight out of school. He came home yesterday with two bottles of wine to “celebrate.” (And we’re completely broke.) He was on fire, going on and on about how wonderful and creative she was (no experience, but she’d had one job working for a photography studio). It may sound like I’m over-reacting here, but I’m not. I’ve known Phil a long time: through two affaires (one admitted, one suspected) and countless infatuations. I’m NOT doing it again.
How the hell did I end up with a guy so sad that he can’t work with a woman without making a pass, no matter what she looks like? To add insult to injury, someone who thinks I’m stupid enough to believe his lies?
Good luck, babe. I know you’re on a high right now, and I hope it works as you obviously hope it will. But you broke your side of the agreement, and that hurts.