GUESTBREAKER: You Own A Yacht
Sure, we may have had a number of incredibly romantic dates on that yacht. Dates wherein you told me that I was the girl you’d been looking for, that I understood you in a way no one else had before. But how do you afford that yacht? With an incredibly high paying, but time consuming job that keeps you away from home most nights. What good does that do me? I gave up a promising career in publishing or journalism or non-profit work or whatever to stay home and care for our special needs child and this is the thanks I get? Don’t even get me started on the number of mistresses I feel certain you’re entertaining on that yacht. I married a philandering yacht enthusiast who cares more about his ego than his family. Sara may have spina bifida with myeloschisis, but she is a bright, sensitive child. You love that yacht more than you love Sara. On her last birthday, where were you? On your yacht with some washed-up former model from the now defunct pages of Sassy. You’re pathetic. I can’t even look at you anymore. I hate this life and I hate you and I hate your fucking yacht.
A Guest Dealbreaker written by Lindsay Katai
