I fantasize about a confrontation with my estranged husband's girlfriend. I see me running into her in the bathroom of a bar when I am drunk. In my mind, I develop some fancy insult that includes her "it was in the stars" quote from the dumb card I found on the table when I broke into the house last. Of course, I will never do this. I just regret losing him to the likes of her.
Confession posted on 08/29/2003