So I'm ranting to my BFF, and you know what this crabby bitch tells me: "It's my fault that my husband's cheating." She says that I am overly dramatic, and very unappreciative of what I have.
So I tell BFey that yeah, I should appreciate a man who constantly tells me via his actions that I am here for his convien ce and for no other reason. What a bitch.
But then again, she's going through something and I" need to be more sensitive to her feelings". Her words not mine
Dear Lord forgive me, but Martin Constantine, neighbor and coworker is fine as hell. I am so lustying after him.


Jinger w/a "J"