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*sits on the sofa, staring into the bottom of a glass of vodka, an empty ice cream container on the table beside her*
*pulls up her shirt collar, wiping under her red, swollen eyes*
I received the finalized divorce papers today. By special messenger. *downs the rest of her glass of vodka* I suppose that they wanted-Ryan wanted-to be absolutely sure that I got them. I didn't really think he'd go through with it, but here they are, and I feel so betrayed.
And alone. I am alone. Because me faux boyfriend hasn't been home in days, except to eat and occasionally sleep, and he's been doing the sleeping on the back porch of an unfinished house. And where have I been? Here, watching this ridiculous television, eating ice cream and drinking vodka. I'm going to get fat and I'm going to be alone forever.
*gets up to pour herself another drink* Ryan's says he's keeping the house, just because *puts on whiny, high-pitched voice* he has primary custody of the kids. *rolls her eyes* Whatever. *looks out the window, narrowing her eyes at Tove and Hayden's house* And I'm paying to rebuild a house for an ingrate who can't bother to come home.
*flops back down on the couch, mumbling* Should just take his damned house. Tove's. I should come out with something. I'm Reese fucking Witherspoon. *lies down on the couch, and is snoring away, passed out in a matter of minutes*
*pulls up her shirt collar, wiping under her red, swollen eyes*
I received the finalized divorce papers today. By special messenger. *downs the rest of her glass of vodka* I suppose that they wanted-Ryan wanted-to be absolutely sure that I got them. I didn't really think he'd go through with it, but here they are, and I feel so betrayed.
And alone. I am alone. Because me faux boyfriend hasn't been home in days, except to eat and occasionally sleep, and he's been doing the sleeping on the back porch of an unfinished house. And where have I been? Here, watching this ridiculous television, eating ice cream and drinking vodka. I'm going to get fat and I'm going to be alone forever.
*gets up to pour herself another drink* Ryan's says he's keeping the house, just because *puts on whiny, high-pitched voice* he has primary custody of the kids. *rolls her eyes* Whatever. *looks out the window, narrowing her eyes at Tove and Hayden's house* And I'm paying to rebuild a house for an ingrate who can't bother to come home.
*flops back down on the couch, mumbling* Should just take his damned house. Tove's. I should come out with something. I'm Reese fucking Witherspoon. *lies down on the couch, and is snoring away, passed out in a matter of minutes*