Packing today for what should be a great trip to Europe with my mom to celebrate her birthday. But all I can think about is my N/P. It's been so many months and Ive read and read and still all I can think about today is him. The girl he married is from Africa but she lives in Europe. She was a lesbian supposedly until she met him and married him in 2 weeks. She has Aspergers. 2 different kids with 2 different men. And no custody of the kids. (And there's a wonderful story about why as I'm sure you can imagine.) He was sobbing that he was so in love with me 2 hours before he met her. Sobbing. And I'd waited to hear that from him my whole entire life.
And I know, I know, the whole thing is an absolute disaster. At least he met someone who may actually be crazier than him. I also know that she's a prop and that he'll dispose of her when he's eaten her up and spit her out. But I will say this, I've known him since I was 14, and the minute I saw her picture on FB and read through her profile I knew that he would marry her. I got it. Instantly.
So why is it that I'm insanely jealous that all I get to do is visit Europe and that totally whacked out nutso SOB gets to live there? Why should he get to do anything fun? Ever?!?
So what I need is a reminder that this is complete CD. That it would not be fun to live in Europe with a crazy woman. That there is nothing normal or fun in any of this. That it would be a complete disaster even if he wasn't a total psychopath.
Sorry to lean on y'all, but it's been one of those kinds of days...