I feel so…betrayed, so unloved. How could he sleep with someone else? I have fought and protested and begged and pleaded and cajoled and bribed him to stay with me at night. I have tried to make my bed-life more interesting for him, I have stayed uncomfortable, for hours at a time, so he wouldn't leave me. I've tried dressing up, dressing down, changing the sheets, and the blankets, and it has done no good. Even if he does come to my boudoir, he only stays a few moments before bolting off, like I wasn't good enough for him. When he comes to visit in the morning, I knew he was after only one thing, but at least I knew he wasn't with anyone else… until… [sob]….

Bastard Cat now sleeps on Joel’s bed.

That’s it. I've had it. I'm getting a newer, younger, cuter and certainly less pudgie model., and see how *he* likes having *my* affections given to another. That'll teach him, cheating sod.

Copyright © Vicky Chapman
June 1, 1999