An Imaginary Trialogue

I opened up a magazine today and guess what I saw...TOHWTRMW 's face.
I was surfing the net tonight, minding my own business, when guess what I accidentally stumbled on? Someone's idiot video blog with GUESS WHO in it??##*!...TOHWTRMW . Glasses wearing, fucking-everywhere-I-turn TOHWTRMW .
I am good person. Angry, sure, but essentially good. What have I done to deserve this? HUH??!?? I just want to erase HTSNBN and TOHWTRMW from my life, my sight, my smell, my computer screen. I mean, I am sucking from erasing them from my thoughts, so don't I get a little peace elsewhere?

Then, right before blogging, I had this thought. What if he brings her lindy hopping on a night when I am there. I can just see it. Like the hideous Diane night all over again, but this time much worse and very different. Different because now I know he is a User and different because now I am back to being a Krista that won't babble on pathetically like I did with Diane. I will refuse to pretend that what has happened is ALL OKAY, because IT. IS. NOT.

So, there it will be, the Legion and I will walk around the corner and BOOM I will bang smack dab into THEM. There will be no avoiding them, no avoiding me. Jordan will immediately look nervous - mostly due to his fear of my reaction, because let's face it, perfect TOHWTRMW probably is too enlightened to be affected by an Ex. She will simply look confused, until her hyper-intelligence kicks in, she puts two and two together and realizes that she is standing in front of HTSNBN's slightly-psycho, yoga hating, much-too-public Ex. I will just stand there and seethe. I will not smile or if I do, it will be a sardonic, almost evil smile. The smile of a woman who was duped into living with someone she was told GAVE A SHIT. The smile of a broken woman who is pissed off at that which broke her.

HTSNBN will be the first to speak.

HTSNBN: Hi! Ah, Krista...Hi. (meekly)I thought you were on Pender?
Krista: (coldly)Nope. Not this weekend.
HTSNBN. Right. (Awkward Pause. The two lovers shift uncomfortably.) So, Krista, this is Sarah. Sarah, Krista.
TOHWTRMW : (mumbles) Hey.
Krista: Hey. So, I finally meet The One. I didn't know you lindyhopped?
TOHWTRMW : I don't. (she laughs exposing her too straight teeth and turning toward HTSNBN) He invited me.
Krista: Well, yes, it seems so. You enjoying yourself?
TOHWTRMW: (slightly confused as to why Krista is being so seemingly polite) Yah. I am not very good, but I am having fun...
Krista: Actually, TOHWTRMW , sorry to interrupt you, but I shouldn't have asked you that. You see, I don't really care. Right now, I am standing here in front of you two coming to terms with the fact that you are real and that I really was used and dumped and replaced by your cyber-conscious, flickr abusing, yoga for geeks ass. It probably seems like I am just standing here, talking, but really...my heart is breaking and I am dying inside - which is interesting because I really didn't think it was possible to feel anymore pain than I have in the last 4 months...but (laughing a bit too loud) I've been wrong before haven't I?! Oh yes, I am standing here, dying inside and swallowing the fact that after I am done making this scene, you two are going to walk away together and talk about what a nut case I am and then maybe you will spend the night making love or holding each other and I am going to get in my car and drive to the apartment that I once shared with him and I am going to take off my clothes and go to bed and cry myself to sleep. Alone. So, no, I don't care if you enjoyed Lindyhopping. My fault, sorry I asked. You two have a great night. And a great life. Oh ...(turning to HTSNBN)...and fuck you.
(Krista turns an abrupt 180 degrees to find with horror that everyone in the near vicinity is staring at her. She quickly goes to the coat rack, grabs her stuff, and runs out of the building. Once she has escaped into the night, she makes sure she is safely around the corner before she leans up against the brick side of the building and sobs into her jacket. Lights fade.)

Ah, I can't wait for the day. Puke. Why God is she everywhere I look? Just make it stop. Like an infectious disease. Like an infestation of bedbugs I can't get rid of...

I can try to sleep and I can try to ignore it...

but then I wake up... or open a magazine or surf the internet or find a card he wrote me for Christmas... I am, once again,

like it or not,

bitten in the ass.