DEAR DIARY...

Dear Diary,

I'm devastated. I thought he might not do it. I thought he was telling the truth when he said he loved me. He told me there was nowhere else he wanted to be. He promised me he was happy. He told me he wanted to stay. Liar!

I saw a future with us... many days and nights of happiness, joy and laughter. I wished for spring in Florida and long Octobers in the Bronx. Who else could give him that???? Who!

Ugh... but I was fooled. I believed him but should've known it was just a scam. A way of holding out hope, when all along he knew what he was going to do. He played me and he played me well. Even though he cheated on her, I never thought he'd do it to me.

I was wrong.

So fine, go to whoever is next. Take him. Give him all you've got. Support him, cheer him on and give all the benefit of the doubt. But when he sucks for you, don't say I didn't tell you so. When the leaves change and a chill is in the air, girl.. he won't perform. I'm telling you!

When it comes to relationships, there's only room for him.

"I've always said it: I love New York." - he says. Ha!

Four years and he walks out on me! Don't let the door hit you on that expensive ass on the way out.

I'll get over it,
New York, New York