I was so fucking right I should have won the grand frickin’ prize on Jeopardy or some shit. I knew Jason was going to break me, and I knew it would be the death of any hopeful feelings I conjured up. Jason has ripped hope from my heart, and left me to stew in the longing and pain. I fucking hate him right now! In fact, I fucking hate all men right now! They are all spineless pieces of shit, and when the feelings start to get real, they bail. They fucking leave without ever looking back, and it’s us women who are forced to deal with their dumbass ways.One week ago, I was abandoned at the hotel as Jason left me with a rental car and no words of goodbye. Luckily, Royce was spending the week with my parents and didn’t have to witness my dismantled state the entire seven-hour trip home. My son isn’t oblivious, though. He knows something is wrong, and when Wendi brings him home today, he will surely ask me what my problem is. How could he not? I’ve been crying for the last seven days.
