soliloqueer

At brunch with The Ladies last Sunday, Kara dropped some wisdom on me. She said, “Nothing cures a belief in true love like falling in love and having the rug pulled out from under you.” Sound dire? Yep. Is it true? Damn straight.

I haven’t spoken to any of them since the unpleasantness last December and I finally had to break the news to them. After their condolences were out of the way, I told them about the new guy in my life.

They all agreed that Ben is a catch and that it sounded like we fit nicely together. Then, I backed off with, “I don’t know.”

Here’s the thing. I’ve always believed that I would find someone, and he would be perfect for me, we would be each other’s soulmates, and that we would live happily ever after. I know, shut up.

The aforementioned unpleasantness shows me that life just doesn’t work that way and I’m a fool for thinking it does.

And sure, Ben may be someone I could grow old with, but I just can’t let myself go there again. Not now. No, it’s pretty safe to say at this point that my belief in “happily ever after” has been crushed like a bug.

Alexis brought out another bottle of champagne and we drank a toast to Cinderella and Snow White, and all those other damsels in distress who got their knight and lived happily ever after.

I punctuated the toast with, “And may they rot in divorce court!”

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