I am an idiot. I'm going to Paris next week with my mother for her birthday and my xNP has a very good friend in Paris who is a jewelry designer. So I thought I'd be clever and jump on her blog to see if she mentioned any cool restaurants. Well wouldn't you know it, she designed this necklace that's a gun (he's a gunsmith) pointing at a ruby. She calls it coup de foudre, which is a french euphemism for love at first sight. Which it must have been, of course, as he married the OW 16 days after he met her. Oh and did I mention that he met her on a plane two hours after leaving me crying his fucking eyes out telling me that he was so in love with me and didn't know what he was going to do. Well apparently he was going to meet a lesbian on a plane two hours later and marry her in 16 fucking days. There is no doubt that the chick in Paris made the necklace for the new wife. Yuck, ugh, vomit. And the thing that makes me really sick is that I FINALLY GET IT -- 9 months out and I've read everything I can get my hands on, and I know what it was and what this poor sweet girl is in for and I STILL WANT TO CRY AND VOMIT AT THE SAME TIME.
Contact = Pain. Period.