The Catherinette Chronicles

Sometimes I marvel at the very “wise” decisions I make in my life.  I’m a grown woman, I should know better, yet there are times when I ignore what past experiences and my gut tell me.

Last Friday I decided to give 3D another chance.  “Follow your heart,” my mother told me.  “Take a chance,” said one friend.  “Run for it,” said another.  After weighing all my options, I decided it would be “smart” to give it one more chance and give him the benefit of the doubt.  Yeah, bad decision. 

Last week I said I wasn’t ready to let it go.  Now there’s nothing that I want more.  I for see this lasting 2 weeks (at most), and ending with a long drawn out conversation where he tries to talk me out of breaking up with him.  Awesome.  What a freaking blasty blast.  No, really.  Two things that I enjoy more than anything else: talking about feelings and then being told that my feelings are wrong.  Super.  That’s gonna be such a blast.

In preparation for this hateful upcoming event, I’m eating an entire bag of chips and a pint of Chubby Hubby.  I need sustenance to help me stay strong and not waiver.  Hey, look at that, another bad decision!! 

You know what’s funny?  For such a long time I hated being single.  There was nothing more that I wanted than to be in a relationship.  Now that I’m in one, I can’t freaking wait to get out.

Ugh, how on God’s green earth did I end up in this big fat mess? 

On a side note, these chips are so freaking good that I can’t stop eating them…