The EX.

All broken puzzles tell their story....all relationship-retarded people got that way somehow, right?? Well I would like to thank one very special contributor in my case. . . Ladies and Gentleman, I introduce you to my Ex. While I can't blame all of my "specialness" on him, he can certainly take credit for at least 6 years of damage!

The Ex stepped into the picture just as "The One" stepped out. I initially tried to set him up with my friend, I was not looking at all for a relationship, I was still very much in love with the one, but somewhere along the way gears shifted, and I inherited one Large, destructive, misleading, dishonest, goof who I firmly believe was born withouth a monogamy gene.  It wasn't all bad. The first year was storybook, then the first "I-don't-know-why-she-is-texting-me-thanks-for-a-great-night" entered the picture. But I was in love, and an idiot, so I forgave him and we carried on....(and probably so did they) The second year rolled around and I was graced with a nice little piece of bling that I wore proudly on my left hand because that meant I had him, right? No more games, no more lies, no more girls. Just me and him v/s the world....Uh huh. No. But I wanted the "American Dream" so bad that I didn't want to walk away from what I had spent years building. The years passed and we grew further and further apart until one day Six years later he delivered the "It's not you, it's me" talk, and it wasn't a week or so later I had the pleasure of meeting his girlfriend of 6 months. You do the math.

Now, almost three years have passed and until he knocked up the girl he cheated on me with I was still getting random hook-up invitations...so not-so-unfortunately for her nothing ever changed in the monogamy department.  They're perfect for eachother.

 I sit back and smile as I realize that Karma is a far bigger Bitch than I ever have to be.