Your cheat’n heart

Fred Meyer. Finally got a name. She’s been seeing this guy for months. I was blind sided, and apparently blind sighted-so unaware of her tête-à-tête with the butcher, baker, and (dare I say it), the candlestick maker. Fred apparently was all those things.

As I recall she was particularly enamored by the candlestick maker.

At first, when I brought it up she said, “Darling. What are you worried about? He’s a store.” But I didn’t hear ‘a store’, I heard ‘Auteur.’

I could only wonder what kind of films he was making.

Yep. Didn’t realize it early in their relationship-Shit! I didn’t even know they had a relationship. But they did. I have the receipts to prove they were seeing one another.

AND SHE WAS PAYING FOR IT!

Still is. But it’s flowers now. Fred’s constantly offering her flowers. Which she buys and affronts me by bringing them home and displaying them in my back yard!

“Honey, look what I got from Fred Meyer today.” She coo’d. “Nice, huh?”

I’m in Safeway. I need a taste of Sara Lee.