GTB is cheating on me.

I should have known it was only a matter of time. The honeymoon can only last so long, even if we haven’t actually been on one yet.

I’ve given up. I can’t win. Faced with this kind of competition, I might as well be trying to woo him away from Angelina Jolie.

This new woman is thin, black, knows all of his favorite songs by heart, has a better memory than I do, and goes wherever he wants to without any argument.

Her name is Clyde. And she is the new 80 gig, video iPod.

All last week, GTB and I talked about how much we were looking forward to a lazy weekend. We could sleep in, we could lie in bed for hours. But after a trip to Costco on Saturday where he purchased the new woman, I awoke alone at 7 a.m. Sunday morning. I knew where I’d find him. I opened our bedroom door and saw him in the office, at his computer.

“Are you fucking KIDDING me?” I asked him.

He wasn’t even embarrassed. It’s like he thinks I should be fine with it. The nerve.

I just emailed him and asked how his day is. He said, “Not so bad. Just working away on a new big project as Clyde coos softly in my ears.”

That bitch.

I have no idea how I’m going to win him back. The whole thing is made even more confusing by the fact that I want Clyde, too. My old iPod is lovely, but I can only fault GTB so much for choosing Clyde over me. I would probably do the same thing.

Sigh.

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