And it begins
Hey there! Welcome to Slutty Summer of 17! It gets yelled a lot, so most of the time, I'll refer to it as SLUTTY SUMMER!!! What you couldn't see is that my hands were in the air for that, high-fivin' a million angels, ala Liz Lemon, and shaking my boobs wildly. It's a quick pick me up. So for some quick background: (and this still hurts to talk about, so it really will be brief, because my standard method of handling shitty things is to avoid them). A few weeks ago, I had a rough break up with a guy who I've loved with my entire heart for four years. He was the first one I'd really connected with since my divorce, and I could absolutely see myself spending the rest of my life with him. Needless to say, the unexpected break up broke my heart. Added to that, he had already moved on before he bothered to let me know. Turns out, Faded Glory was a way shittier human than I'd given him credit for. Much like his shit-sucking friends. I figured them out a lot s...