I actually feel even better than I did this morning. But I do think I'm feverish. Plus, every time I stand up my head gets all filled with wackiness and I get off-balance.

That or I'm just pissed as all hell, which is entirely possible.

Remember my friend Heather and the Cheating Asshole that is Her Husband? Well, people...I got an e-mail from her today that has truly angered me. I'm not mad at her, of course. I'm mad at the Cheating Asshole that is Her Husband. I really don't like it when my friends are treated in a disrespectful manner. And he is treating her just unspeakably right now. You wouldn't believe the way he talks to her.

Anyway, I wrote her an e-mail in which I finally told her just exactly what I think of his, as I so politely put it in my letter, "trashy ass" (I also called him a "pathetic turd"). I hope she doesn't hate me now, but I just had to finally tell her what I think; especially because it sounds like the only thing her other friends tell her is to pray that the Cheating Asshole will miraculously see the error of his ways and become the good Christian Husband and Father she wants him to be.

Believe me, I hope they are all right and I'm just a misdirected heathen who is wrong, wrong, wrong...but I seriously doubt it.

See, Heather is a very good person. She's also a Christian person who seems to feel that keeping her family together is worth having this man talk to her like she's a piece of trash; and this after he cheated on her (twice, that we know of) and ended up leaving his family to go live with his new girlfriend. And, let's face it, he wasnt such a prince to her even before the cheating began.

Seems his new relationship is too much for him to handle, too, so now he's back in her house. Of course, he's blaming his NEW girlfriend for that break-up, because he never shares any responsibility for his failed relationships and unhappiness. His broken marriage is all Heather's fault, you know.

I just...am so...disgusted with his ass...

Seriously, I would spit in his face if he were standing in front of me right now. And then I would take out a knife and aim straight for his genitalia.

OK, I'm kidding about the knife part...I think...

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