It’s not my fault we broke up. A mutual friend told me. I feel better, in a way. I know it’s not me, at least. All you, and your insecurities and identity crisis. You’re not complete without a guy, any guy, around to distract you for a while. Four months? Please. The quicker a fire is kindled, the sooner it dies out. I really, REALLY feel sorry for the guy if you two actually make it to the altar.
The divorce is gonna be hell.