Me!
Dear Christie,
As someone who knows you better than anyone, please be sure that I am holding your hand during this dreadful, heart wrenching divorce trial.
Who knew Peter was such a scum bag? Isn't it only fair that Jack and Sailor know what a womanizer he really is? Even though they're only children. Well, Jack isn't really his anyway, so did it matter he found Peter's filthy porn on the family computer?
Well, I can toss him out just as carelessly as I can throw a cardigan around my quivering shoulders. Who needs the bastard any way?
After all, no one can love me as much as I do and that's a fact. Ask Jean-Francoise, Billy, and Richard.
Love always,
Christie
1 comment:
Actually did you know it wasn't Billy Joel at all who wrote Uptown Girl.
She wrote it herself.
For herself.
No lie.
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