Ew, yuck. She’s not lesbian, and I’m married and not lesbian, so I don’t think this will work out.
I just spent the weekend with him. I hadn’t even thought about recommending counseling, and I think that’s a great idea. After all, he can use the same counselor that was present when the bitch told him that she was going to divorce him. According to him, after the bitch said that, the counselor said, “Well, you know, bitch, that all the problems that are in this relationship stem from your problems.” Other than the fact that the counselor didn’t call her a bitch, that’s a direct quote from my friend.
I hear that some of you are thinking there’s another side to this story. There’s not. Believe me, I was trying to be friends with her, and I emailed her every day. I heard all the complaints she had about my friend, and not a one of them weren’t blown up by her sense of self-importance and wierd psyche.
Oh well. I’m glad the bitch is gone. I only wish a house had landed on her.