Ahhh.. almost February. Valentine's month. Ironically the perfect time for chocolate and heartache. Yup. I'm nursing a broken heart. The details don't matter. The bottom line is, after a two year love affair, he was not honest and not moving on and he lied and lied and lied and then lied about the lie. And you know how I feel about lies. Ugh. It was like the sweetest candy, with the worst after-effects.
But, hey! I'm back out there. Nothing says 40 and divorced like plopping my ass in front of eHarmony with a glass of wine on a chilly Saturday night. It's been about a week and already I'm tired of "Garrett and Anastasia"'s picture at the login screen. I never met a Garrett OR an Anastasia. Have you? I don't think they exist. False advertising. And if you saw what is there to browse, you'd agree. No one even comes close to these two. If I didn't consider it mostly entertainment, I wouldn't have the stomach for it.
I sound so bitter. Truth be told (and did I mention my feelings on being truthful?) I am really ok. I've got everything and whatever is next will be icing on the cake. That said, I'm making a Valentine's Day Resolution.
I'm NOT going to feel sorry for myself. No boo hoo-ing. I am ready to reach into life's box of chocolates with anticipation of something delicious, something savory and down right yummy. I don't want to be one of those bitter women that hates men and has lost faith. I will humorously eHarmonize, and drink wine, and visit friends, and smile until I find it. Or until I forget I thought I almost had it... Whichever comes first.
