Story, ho!

So long story short, I'm staying.

And in important, interesting news....I'm technically a published author now. Thanks to Lulu.com, the site that lets you publish (some things) free, I published a short story of mine. It's way overpriced. I don't really care. See, Lulu used to let you charge whatever the fuck you wanted, and that's what the customer paid, but now they have a 'commission' so even if I charged a penny for my story, people would have to pay 20 cents. No joke.

So my way overpriced 7-page story is for sale. It will be added to, no worries. I plan on having at least three sections to the story I got going now...almost done with the second. And then it will be a slightly less overpriced story, but still overpriced for the crap writing.

Wheee.

And with that winning endorsement by me, the link to it is: http://www.lulu.com/content/2125773

So honestly the writing is ehhh, but the ideas in it I'm rather attached to. I'm going for a newish angle on the whole superhero thing (I am sure someone has done it before. Shhhh, let me have my dream!).

So it ends...

So I've basically decided to leave him.

That looks so final.

But I can't stay and respect myself. Yeah, he's willing to change...a bit. And far too late.

I've been telling people. They're all supportive. Some just said 'good' and moved on...like I should have left a while ago. They're probably right.

But damnit, it's hard.

Oh How Quickly Life Changes.

So short version is: my boyfriend cheated on me.

Long version is: he cheated on me.

What's worse, almost, is he didn't cheat on me physically. He cybered his way into at least 7 different women's pants. What's even worse than that, more than half of them are married. Hello, I think I know why at least some of those marriages don't last. And what's even worse, is he didn't remember doing it. He completely blocked out cybering every fucking time I wasn't physically near him. I had to read the damn chat logs and confront him with them. And even then, for a while, he was all "I don't know. I don't remember" and eventually he admitted he did remember.

So I was off, being all stressed out and whatever, and he was dicking around, literally.

But supposedly I'm the love of his life, and I provide for his needs. Even those needs.


I'm just so livid. Hurt, a touch, but mostly just eyes-seeing-red-livid. How DARE he? Not only did he cheat on me, he would quite often bitch about me behind my back. Not just a venting about something. Full on, 30 minute rants about (x).

What a total fuckhead.

I want to go back to California. I really, really do. Hell, New York City would be better than this.