She doesn’t miss me. Apparently not at all. A big fuckin’ nullity. So let me ask you this pointed question right now: How much stronger of a character indictment could there be than that? Seriously. A tired old axiom holds that absence makes the heart grows fonder, but what if the heart doesn’t discern any feeling at all? What if the heart doesn’t give two and a half shits that it hasn’t seen you or heard from you since last week? What if said heart is even ambivalent about the whole matter? It obviously hasn’t been growing fonder during this time spent away, and one could convincingly argue that the original strong relationship-—if one ever truly existed—is now substantially weaker than before. One could even tiptoe a step further down the path of logic and suggest that this now feeble relationship is on life support and nearing extinction. So much for happy, fairy-tale endings…..
Fred's Soapbox 