Oh dear. Just when I thought she had started to at least pretend to take it down a notch...
Firstly, all this talk of not loving him anymore, of being over him, reeks like a mantra. As if she’s trying to talk not only IG and us
innocent bystanders but herself into believing it. Please. If she saw him on the street, she’d hit him over the head with a cudgel and drag him back into her cave by his thinning hair. Over him, my ample bottom!
Moving on. Seeing what BW looks like in real life took all of AE’s pain away? Is she for real? So it makes no difference if IG fell for BW’s personality, her mind, her kindness, her bedroom acrobatics or the general fact that, for all we know, she isn’t a raging harridan – as long as thou, o queen, art still the fairest in the land, it’s okay for him to leave you?! Well, good luck being middle-aged and growing older with that attitude.
Also... hot guys asking you out? Is that basically the plural of Lupine? Or have you set your sights on Damian Lewis (mentioning Helen McCrory in this context stinks to high heaven, btw)? Luv, calm the fuck down. You say you’re really brave? Well, a brave woman would take time off to work on her issues, concentrate on building a life for herself. Then, much, much later, go out, find a capable hair salon and revamp your beauty routine. I have no idea what foundation you’re using, but it seems like something that looked good on your skin when you were 25. Invest a little less in food deliveries and a little more in skincare products
for mature skin. Then wait a couple of years until all this dust has settled, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find some daredevil who’s into your crazy eyes and loves a good scene every other day.
Gah!!!