It’s been two months. It felt like two years. This winter felt like it lasted for an eternity. This job, though it’s only been a couple of weeks, felt like it was a lifetime of work. As the days go by, I feel more and more disappointment in him. To hate him is much too easy. Disappointment is the true feeling. How could he betray me to jump at a chance to date this woman, the same woman who caused me so much grief and aggravation? Life is a funny thing sometimes; we all go in circles but most of us pretend we aren’t. Most of us pretend we are some sort of pioneers when we really aren’t. We pretend that we are some new, original being that is, was and always will be unique , when we are just echoes of the past, updated for a modern era. She was no different, the perpetual damsel, always in distress, always a victim. In reality, she caused the distress, was the perpetrator, and the victimizer. She was the cause and sufferer of her own misery. I guess Kanye was right, “Misery loves company; her nickname sorrow.”