A Broken Heart
For what feels like forever I have been making jokes about the state of my heart, the lack of mainstay relationships in my life, and the type of "men" who cross my path. Lovers, or wannabes, beeping me eight hours before meeting a hundred or so of their closest friends in a church to say "I do" to another woman, fading Ladies Men lying to say they want me in the end, and outright loosers with badly placed come-ons fill these pages. Yet, they aren't the only things to break my heart. As much as I would like to place solitary blame on one, or two, of them I can not. At seventeen I learned my heart was broken, in a minimal kind of way. Unfortunately, over the years, it has continued to beat on and sometimes it needs help to make it through the day. Yea . . . this time around it is called an irregular heartbeat. At seventeen I was first diagnosed, but my doctor back then had the good sense of mind to tell me the Cardizem was for migraines. I had been di...