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I MUST STAY DRUNK ON WRITING SO REALITY DOES NOT DESTROY ME.
Busy, she paid no attention to any of
his doings for a couple of years until at odds with herself and the
world one night, she stalked Connie on Facebook and, shocked, found
a wall-post that stated that she and her love were moving to
No, she thought, Newfoundland is far
too small for the both of us. Well, actually, three of us. She would
trip over this man. She just knew she would. The thought appalled her. And try as she might, she
had difficulty placing the Jack she knew in Newfoundland. He and
Newfoundland would be as two mismatched socks.
Connie posted frequent updates on the
projected move. But something was off. She used 'I' a lot, not
'we'? H'm? She posted she'd been to Newfoundland in June and had
fallen in love hopelessly and forever. She mused that she and Connie were kindred spirits, based on their shared feelings for Newfoundland. Connie announced that she'd upped and sold her
house in Ontario in preparation for her move in September.
Then last week Connie celebrated her
leaving of Ontario with an announcement of a champagne brunch
attended by Bill and all her 'supportive' friends. Bill? A hitherto
unmentioned son? A nephew? Why no mention of Jack?
Connie arrived in Newfoundland on
Monday and posted on her wall for her friends and dearly loved
'supporters' in Ontario:
“Got rid of the cheater, the liar,
the stealer, the thief and the fraud, the deceiver.”
“I'm now with my new love Bill, and
loving my Newfoundland life.”
And all the pieces crashed into place.
Every single last one. Her sense of relief was overwhelming. She felt fortunate she hadn't been similarly
afflicted and abused. And that Connie had escaped so quickly.
She lit a candle in thanks to one who was long dead:
For her grandmother, who had imparted
many truisms to her over her formative years, had once bestowed on
her the best advice ever:
"Never give your money to a man. For
you will lose both your money and the man.”