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It's been a week since the I found out. I have only gone through 9 bottles of red wine (definitely the saddest kind of wine), I've facebook stalked roger 6 times (his status is still married, that stupid lier) and I've survived thirteen emotional breakdowns (and I don't mean Anne Hathaway pretty crying emotional breakdowns, I mean hour long scream sessions, where at the end you've just run out of tears and every single spot in your room is covered in mascara, I don't even wear that much mascara, I guess that's just what emotional breakdowns do to you).
So exceptionally sad, well deserved pity aside, I really have to figure out what I need to do, obviously I can't just forget about everything and go back to him, this isn't 1954, but where the hell am I going to live. The apartment is under my name, but I cannot live there, chances are, that wasn't the first little adventure Roger has had since we moved in, I just don't think I can stomach it. So in the meantime I am living with Eve. My best friend (yes Lindsey is also my best friend, I have like six best friends, best friend is a concept not a person), Eve also went to oxford with me and Linds, but instead of getting the wall street job she totally deserved, she joined teach for America. Now she lives in TriBeCa, she is defos the most trendy kindergarten teacher I know, plus she only works until 3, and since I have taken a break from the firm, I have a lot of free time.
I know that taking a break from work probably isn't the best thing for my career, but I really needed it. Also I am only 26, Ruth Bader Ginsberg is 82, I still have time. Any way, when I am not have emotional breakdowns, facebook stalking, or getting sad-drunk, I am looking for new apartments, so far the ones in my price range are well, king of sucky. So until I can find the right one, I'm here with Eve, sleeping I a loft bed. Jesus, what am I gonna do.
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