When it has been over two months we have not written any early may seem pompous. So let's go with great fanfare.
life, she does not care much for my mouth. Earl what happened to me, or my father like a "whore of karmic return." When it happens to you, I assure you, it hurts the tooth, the ass, but whatever happens we must smile, otherwise you lose out.
resume.
late July, my former plant after an idyllic vacation in Portugal. I only have my fungus to keep me company and my overdraft thousand euros. This is where Lord sent me tickets for Bordeaux and with him I sent me in the air between the vines, sipping fine wines, squatting cheerfully Serge's wedding and Isa.
My Ex tragic mourning lasted two weeks, during which I have questioned my level of commitment, which I thought two weeks ago and moved in with her child, I'm giving my keys to the Saviour from the start.
I was doing my malignant as soon as I leave this bitch Ex , but that was before he returns. Yes, yet.
So he came back, I can not lie and say that I did not hesitate ... I hesitated to death. It was a struggle between the past and the burning pile now, the glorious memories and brighter future. The worst thing an ex and Savior is the day and night, as one is pale and the other is olive, one circumcised and one not, one Jewish and the other Muslim. I mean it: if the international community, or TF1, was aware, we have a scandal duffer. But no. Instead I bit the bullet to not succumb to the advances and keep your cool enough to know who I I wanted to be, exactly.
The truth is I finally chose the third option shock: myself. Yes, I wanted to be with myself. But the Saviour did not care, so he stayed, and I, warmth and beautiful teeth, I say no.
So we arrive at two weeks ago: I'm finally right in my boots for over two days, I want Saviour, and as long as it is there, why not move together as you squat since September 20m2 my Savior, and one on the other we can do. Bathsheba is the office while Savior that made visits. Yes, he works freelance.
Sometimes Bathsheba is a drink with Ex who said " come live with me, we'll be happy " and we forget very quickly that I wanted live with you for twelve months but the former instead of it you got wickedly resisted then you left me like a sock is removed after a wet rainy day.
I, who had so wanted to live with Ex, the fact that he now wants was very bitter. Saviour understood, as he told me often "p utain, it must be super frustrating for you. " (Savior is very strong and very understandable in the long run.) I said yes . "Frustrating," I think it is the right word.
was now ex who was ready and wanted. Too late. What damage.
So it Two weeks ago, Metro Oberkampf, Savior and I visit an apartment. Savior said: " I'm glad you're here, the first apartment, we visited together. " poured a tear, because apart 'in question is ugly, but almost. We visit, it is played cool, we'll be leaving soon when ...
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Savior said: "There's Ex what there! " and I look in the doorway, and yes, there 's Ex what there.
I summarizes (even in a crappy Hollywood movie, this scene is not believable): visiting a apartment, with my new boyfriend, I fall on my ex who visit the same apartment. The joke. Imagine the trio: I look Savior handshake at Ex (what men!) Ex desperate to avoid looking at me or give me a kiss, I insisted, and as a result there 's my friend L. Ex accompanying this kind to a couple because it goes better with the owners (the question everyone asks is: are they really like?) (I say yes) and I make him " hey, hello girl ", and during all this action I have had time to see Ex pale blush and Savior. Pretty funny anyway.
Finally, this is what I told myself on the spot.
After I let my mind wander on the irony of life.
A sentence of less than six months ago would have done that would have been ex with whom I visited this apartment 'rotten Oberkampf. One more day to let her anger subside, thirty minutes of patience on my part to let him sleep it off, a gesture - the hand that holds me when I leave, or when I slap - a sum of infinities and opportunities and the equation was no longer the same.
And yet.
That's the real question. Everything was bathed with Ex Actually no, it's not bathed, but I would not leave because I loved her. Really? That's what I thought. I did not want it to finish, and yet I could not go back. Y'avait already a third pole to the equation of us: Savior. A gesture would have been sufficient? The break killed in the mouth, and I hailed as a savior single friend on the arm of my boyfriend during a visit to apartment 'where one crosses all by chance?
Bullshit.
Six months ago, it was ex who broke for real, and without it would have been a blond hair on his jacket, a crappy SMS or harasses his disdain for me that would everything will crash. Butterfly effect: it is all likely to find themselves one day to visit an apartment, wedged between his ex and her boyfriend. Spread the word under the cloak.
Finally, it is not the worst.
Although I turned it, this skit lubitschienne, I have a little advantage.
On the road, we agree Giugiù, my journalist friend who truly believes that journalistic objectivity is possible. Giugiù is so down-to-earth, if an atheist and so little spiritual with him I can not help but want desperately to believe in God, my non-believer. So I tried to convert:
" Giugiù Damn, I thought that after this there is no God."
Giugiù is a journalist, he is unfazed: " No, it's the same mutual friend who gave you At the time, so it's not so crazy that why you ended the visit . "(Giugiù is Italian, for those held by not included.)
What spirit unperturbed one. Me, I was ready to go Kippur and Rosh Hashanah barter Christmas cons ...
But the logic of Giugiù cons, there was still a divine intervention.
Half an hour had passed, we were on the platform of the Gare d'Austerlitz, and I was joking with muddy death on our proud trio, when repeated Savior:
"Hey, there's still Ex"
Dammit.
I swear, it was still there, still with my friend L. This time, no one has changed color, it was funny, because well, you should not mess about the life you want us to relax the panties, well, okay, we're all in this not touching tits and roll shovels. Thing that we almost made that means you took the subway together, knowing that the more was at the terminus, and therefore, apart from us, the dock was empty.
still Miraculously, they found themselves alone, facing one another. I even took a picture ...
was fun.
That's where I almost got to admit to Giugiù that God not only exists, but really, that's for sure, he is a Jew, with humor he a.
