Tell Me What You Want/Tell Me What You Need

So anyway Josh and I broke up. I packed his bags and set them out very neatly on the lawn. He's a liar and a cheat and I knew that when we very first met. It was all very amicable. I guess he'll go move in with one of the boys or maybe his sweet grandma. That was quick. Less and three years of marriage. But anyway we'll be OK. What's mine is mine and what's his is mine too. Or half of his plus all of mine is mine. I am always careful in the beginning to sign the right paperwork. After all Josh was in fact my fifth husband. I was also married to a plastic surgeon then a general practitioner, a real estate mogul and a baseball player. It wasn't supposed to be like that but it was like that. I guess you could say I had three starter marriages. I was hoping to hold on to Tim though. I get so confused. I am not going to date anyone for a while. We're hostin a football brunch soon and he can come get the rest of his shit if my girlfriends and I haven't burned it by then. All the nerve of him running off with the waitress at my favorite pizza place. How embarrassing. Flaunting her cheesy smile and her oregano scented hair in my face. I always used to tip her a little extra and this is how she repays me? I have to admire her spunk though. They deserve each other. Plus I can't wait to hear about pizza Thanksgiving and pizza Christmas dinner.
The truth is I should've seen it coming. I have had such a full and romantic life he probably didn't feel and central to it as he was/is. I'
m going to surely take some time and mourn him . Right after I get my latest business venture off the ground. Sometime in 2008 I'll sit back and reflect on the tragicomedy of it all. It'll be nice to have the bed all to myself again. I'll spruce up the room with new sheets and so forth. No use crying over a broken heart. He's very resilient and so am I. And that is certainly As it should be.