Pardon me for airing my neurosis

So I talked to the old college roommate last night and said roommate, whom I shall refer to as "B.D." (short for "Blue Devil") mentioned that she had had brunch with my ex-boyfriend, his parents and his fiancee. So naturally I ask B.D. for a description of the "upgrade"--big mistake. The upgrade's name is "Marnie" or "Marty"...she's 1st generation American...her mother came from Cuba...she lives in Florida...once they get married the week after my 5th college reunion, they plan to move to Africa and deworm orphans. None of this should bother me. I should be over this. I should not be upset. But I am. And it sucks. And I can't concentrate. And it's not as if I want to marry my ex-boyfriend...but damn it, why did he have to go and get all domestic AFTER we broke up? Blech.

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