Dear Everyone,
I apologize in advance if this post is less lucid and compelling than usual. I write through a fog of tears, with a broken heart.
In short, the love of my life (so far), GAIA SHALOM NAMASTE, has left me for a part-time Bikram yoga instructor.
I was completely unprepared---I somehow missed the warning signs, viz., the little frowns, the impatient tapping of the toe while I was recounting some improv TRIUMPH, the number of times she called me an idiot (approximately 350, as of last week).
The final straw that broke my loving camel's back was last Tuesday. We were doing a little evening meditation when she announced, "Cleetus. You idiot. Are you aware that you have been humming Bohemian Rhapsody for the last 20 minutes?"
Well, one thing led to another, and 10 minutes later, I heard about the part-time Bikram yoga instructor.
Ladies, guess who's free!
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