Frustration.

So, normally I don't like ranting about things.

In this case, it's seeming a bit necessary though.

This is not about the economy, or the state of the nation, or even the world.

This is not about anything but my best friend.

Brittany. I mentioned her in my last post.

She and Brad broke up over the weekend after she had found out that he had cheated on her. A few times.

On St. Patty's Day, she went to a party, got a bit tipsy, and drunk-dialed him, telling him all about how she still loved him and missed him and wanted to be with him. So they're meeting today. I fully expect them to get back together and I can't take that.

I can't take it because he's going to hurt her again. I know he will. Now he knows he can. And he can get away with it with nothing more than a slap in the face and a few days without getting any. From her, at least.

If she does get back together with him, then we are, as Mr. Bale would declare, "f***ing done professionally." Because I can't take this.

And when he does hurt her again, I'll be there for her. I truly mean that. But until it happens, I can't deal with this.

I don't think Brittany reads my blog.

But if she does...if you do, Brittany...I need you to know that I love you more than anyone else I know.

But I can't deal with this.

Semper Pax
Shea.