Thrown over, cast aside, dumped. Pick any one you'd like.
And, above, you can look into the eyes of the cruel male who did it to me. I don't see any remorse there, do you? Nope. I'm just a short pit stop on his way to break another heart.
The Most Perfect Dog In The World always sleeps with me. Always. In the same spot to the right of my feet, every single night of my life. I kind of curl my feet around him and he spoons his body around me and it's about as comfortable as one human and one dog can legally get. This dog's other nickname is Mama's Boy, because he really does follow me around like a little kid. Right now, in a calculated effort to kiss butt, he's lying on the loveseat right next to me while I write. Hmpph. He knows what he did.
He slept with my mother. All night long. I knew when I went to sleep that he was not where he should be, but completely expected him to slink in after I'd fallen asleep so I couldn't tell him what I thought. But no. I had chilly feet all night and woke up in a cold bed. My mom, seeing my pathetically wobbly lip this morning, immediately went on the defense and claimed he had only been with her for part of the night. Right. Like I'm going to fall for that. Or that it really makes a difference. Hmph.
They can both deny it all they want, but we know the truth. He just looked up at me and grinned. Rotten dog. Oh, he's giving me that look now and making his ears go all floppy just because he knows I think it makes him look adorable. Now there's a slight hopeful wag of the tail and he's rolled over on his back so I can scratch his cheating little belly.
Right. Like I'm going to fall for that.