His last play.
We got into a fight about how he went on and on in his actor bio part of the program about his family, but didn't say a word about me. We got into a long fight. A fight where I didn't feel like I even had a point, like maybe I was being vain for wanting a public shout out for helping him on his way, like maybe I was crazy.
Then we broke up.
And his last play? Oh, a week ago? The one he begged me to attend? The program this time around was verbatim the last program, except with, 'First, I would like to thank my scene partner for her endless patience and support...'
How many ways can I ask to be slapped in the face?
Enough.
I burned his playbill. Some girlfriends and I started a small fire where we burned every last bit of it, with matches I had from the latest bartender's bar. Not crazy at all? Simple, sweet vengeance.
So there.
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