She just took her benzo, and she’ll be taking her Seroquel in five minutes. She actually wants to go to bed at 9 p.m. She’s tired. She’s also RETIRED, which is something that folks don’t seem to understand. She’s retired from the corporate world, she’s retired from trying to fit in with people, and she’s retired from the love game. No one will be getting any parts of her ever again. No body, no heart, and no soul. She’ll grow cobwebs in her caboodle before she ever lets a man touch it again.
They still try though. In fact, telling them no just makes them trying harder because it’s a challenge for them. They always want what they can’t have, and then when they get it, they don’t want it. The purest form of love could stare them right in the face, and they don’t see it, appreciate it, or want it. She’s tired, and she has been officially retired from love as of November of 2013.
Honestly, she never thought she could fall in love again after the hell she went through with Mr. C. Mr. C broke her heart because they were friends for so long that she expected so much better from him as a husband. When she caught him doing the typical sneaky married man things…she thought she was done then.
Something happened a few years after they separated that she never thought would ever happen in a million years. She genuinely fell in love again. Well guess what? That person was just like Mr. C and all the rest of the have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too dudes. He broke her heart, too. She felt like the dumbest wench in the world.
So, alrighty then. She went on her un-merry way and quietly suffered in a deep depression for months and months. No one cared, and no one even noticed she was gone, as she was that insignificant. She finally got back on her feet and took her meds regularly. She got herself some help. She got herself a prettier place with more rooms than she needed just to make part of her dreams come true. She learned to be okay with herself.
She’s fine now, and no one is going to mess with her heart again because she no longer knows where it is. You know how she has short-term memory loss from time to time? Well, she forgot where she put her heart and her caboodle. Therefore, she can’t assist any males with anything. Aw, darn. So sorry.
Mr. C offered to send her something for her birthday. She told him to send her some divorce papers. That’s the best gift that he can give her. Free her from this false marriage, and then go officially marry the fake wife or some such. That’s all she would like from him, and then she would like for the rest of the species leave her alone. The heart and caboodle shops are permanently closed. Knocking on the door of a closed establishment is useless.