A few years ago, after two really hard breakups, I found myself falling for (or so I thought) a girl that I fondly call “The Magician.”
This was years before the cop came along with the ridiculous lies. The original Magician was a girl who was actually engaged to a guy (who, for some reason, religiously read my site, before it was cool).
Anyway, this (for lack of a better work) whirlwind situation started and I got swept up. That’s the best way to put it.
I’m sure at this point you’re thinking, “seriously Luce? Why are you even wasting time thinking about that? It was painful and just an all around bad experience!”
You’re totally right.
But here’s the funny part: my computer seems to think that I need to be reminded of her.
First, it reminded me that it was her birthday this past week.
Then, I get suggested a Shiri Appleby show (for those playing the home game, The Magician is a dead ringer for Shiri Appleby, it’s creepy).
The best part of this entire situation? I am 100% committed and happy with K.
Nothing will change that whatsoever.
But I guess that since I know she’s reading (and I know her creepshow boyfriend/fiancé/husband/whatever reads every single day) I should just say this to the both of them:
I am so happy I don’t have to deal with your bipolar daddy issues anymore.
To the random onlooker, this probably seems pretty childish. But I was thinking about it and I never really got to say anything to her about what she put me through.
So there you have it.
all for now
peace