Cheaters be damned!

I hate Friday the 13th. I've never been much of a superstitious person until a few years ago. Now, I'm absolutely terrified of these blasted Fridays. The entire day I worry and feel panicky that my world is going to come crashing down around me, once again.

It was Friday the 13th when I found out my boyfriend at the time was cheating on me.

Since then many things in my life have changed. I've finally gotten to the point where I don't feel that I drove him to it. I don't hear his name and instantly feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and thrown into a blender. I'm at the point where I (gasp!) trust men again. But, each time the calendar reads Friday the 13th I feel sick inside. Now that feeling only lasts one day, and not every day.

Typically I ignore the day altogether and hibernate, but not this year. It so happen happens today is not just the day of impending gloom, but also Ben's birthday. So instead of feeling sorry for myself, I'm going to focus on my rockstar brother, who despite all the shit i give him, is the best brother a girl could ask for.

Happy Birthday Bennyboy!