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Dear Readers; It’s over. All of it. The magazine. The fabulous life. My marriage to Simon. One day we can’t be any happier, we’re talking about travel and babies and futures, and the next we’re just... over. I wish I could be positive and optimistic and well-toned... all those things you’ve grown to expect me to be over the past year. But, unfortunately, right now I can’t quite summon up the energy to get up off the couch, much less turn my frown upside down and put on a happy face.
Simon is gone. At first, I tried looking for him. I called the airports, I went to the bus station, I held on to hope. And then, when Margo told me that bastard Bartleby was out of jail, I thought I had it. I was sure he must have kidnapped Simon and... and... and... Oh, it’s no use. Margo’s convinced me. Henry, too. My Simon is gone for good. I didn’t mean anything to him. I was just another notch on his wedding license... another pocket to pick... another blonde Barbie... It was all a lie. All the words we said and the love we made.
I’m trying to be brave about this. I mean, if Simon wanted to destroy me, the last thing I should do is be destroyed, right? So, maybe, I’m thinking, maybe instead of lying in the hospital, crying my eyes out over him to the point of dehydration, maybe I should be making plans for my fabulous life without him. I could... I could do something important. Go to medical school, become a doctor, find a cure for diseases, be a woman my father would have really been proud off. And then, when Simon comes back in a couple of years, wanting to gloat or whatever about how he broke my heart into a million pieces, I could be all, "Simon? Simon Frasier? Simon Frasier, who? Oh, yes, now that you mention it, I was married to a Simon Frasier. But that was before I became Dr. Katie Peretti, Nobel and Pulitzer Prize winner."
Plus, I think I should also have a fabulous man on my arm. Someone tall, dark, handsome. Someone who works with his hands so he’s all rugged and masculine and smells of honest labor-like cologne. That should really drive Simon nuts. I bet he’ll get down on his knees right then and there, and beg me to come back to him. But I won’t budge. I won’t let his piercing eyes and sexy accent and sweet, sweet smile lure me in a second time. I’ll be strong, then. And I’ll be strong now. I’ll make it. I’ll make it. Until then, if you want to go over back issues of Katie Magazine: Your Guide to Having a Life as Fabulous as Mine and see if there are any useful tips in there despite the fiasco that my life turned into, you go right ahead. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at them again, though…
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