Paris in LA: May 2, 2013

Paris Borel: May 2, 2013

I hate that bastard I married. If he thinks that I’m just going to sit back and watch as he screws every fresh little flower he stumbles across, he’s mistaken. I had to find out about this last one from Trish. Trish, the recovering coke-head, who claims to be born again with a new and improved Deity. I know about her and Brad’s past, and Gerard, with all his faults, has never sunk that low. She acts like they’re so much better than us, though. They’re not. To them, religion is like a new Dior coat used to hide last year’s trend. It’s just a shiny cover to distract from the ugly reality hidden underneath. She’s the same catty hockey wife she’s always been and I've seen how she looks at my husband. She would totally do him if he ever gave her aircraft carrier sized ass a second look.

She probably thought she was doing me a favor by telling me and maybe she was, but I think she just enjoys passing judgment on others. I’m not about to end my marriage over the girl in the locker room, though, but I will make my husband’s life hell. As much as a Frenchman is indifferent to his own infidelity, he can’t stand the thought of his wife with another man. Gerard is no different. I’ll give him a taste of his own poison and see how he likes it.