Yes, my heart has been rivened. Is rivened? I just learned the word, "riven" from a chain of links that took me form the New York Times Book Review to a video game called, "Riven." But my heart has not been videogamed. It's been rivened: split, torn to pieces. And not by a romance gone sour, not even by a far-flung fling. My heart has been split by my fucking COUSIN.
I know, right?
How prosaic is THAT?
(actually, despite my lofty vocab, I'm not even really sure what prosaic means; it just sounded right at the mo')
Of all the people to make my heart hurt, I never thought, even for one moment, that it would be my cousin Buzz. And perhaps that's why it hurts so much. Buzz hasn't just been my cousin, but also my best friend for many, many years. He danced at my wedding.
We took naughty pictures at the wax museum!
We ate at so many cheap diners!
We've danced at so many places!
We shared a cheap hotel room in Indiana.
In fact, I flew out to Indiana to see him and visit him in his Ultimate Loneliness!
Imagine being a Gay, Jewish man in Terre Haute, Indiana!
Oh, the aching loneliness!
So, back when I was a woman of semi-independent means and could afford such things, I hopped a jet from LAX and met him there, and oh, the fun we had!
And now.....
now he has dumped me like....
like I wasn't his best friend, closest confidant and biggest fan.
What a fuck pig.
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