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Girls, you will be proud of me. Today, the ex came by to collect the last of  his belongings. I now live in the apartment across the hallway, and didn't want to run into him. But then, I had a "Bette Davis" moment, and thought "Don't be a sissy". 

So, I ventured out, wearing slim-fitting black pants, a body hugging T-shirt, and black sunnies. I worked those hips like "Pretty Woman" and looked like my new protagonist, Mia Ferrari. He looked shocked to see me and was tongue-tied; I was cool, baby.

I said: "So, I see you sold the bedroom suite on ebay." He stammered
something I can't remember. I said: "You've put on a lot of weight"; he said something about working hard. I said: "Oh, I bet." And then, cool as a cucumber, I walked past him and said "Goodbye".

The other woman can have him. Yuh! He's got a spare tyre now and was quite chunky. I felt so good about this because I looked svelte and gorgeous. His new sex life must be boring. LOL. Let me assure you that he never looked like that when he was with me.

I AM WOMAN! HEAR ME ROAR! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR :-)