As some friends and family have no doubt learned by now, a shocking twist has entered into my life. Now, like some fools out there, I try to trust in other people. You know, to have a foundation, to give me my bearings. It’s like when Brad Pitt and Jennifer Anniston split, if that is the fatefor those two seemingly blessed people, what is to become of us?

So, I’ve rarely spoken about this, and you know, most people don’t even know that I think or feel these things, so here it is, I will just lay it out on the line. Just tell it like it is. No sugar coating. No attempting to make light of an already unbearable situation.

I mean, sometimes, people try to beat around the bush. They try to pull their punches or slip in a bad nugget of lead among many good nuggets of gold. Those Catholics out there know what I am talking about. Apparently, some people don’t sin, you know who you are, but that is another post. You know, when I normally go to confession on every other leap day, I try to lay it all in there, but sometimes, I try to diminish one thing with another, for example, "Father, forgive me for I have sinned, its been 8 years since my last confession. In that time, I forgot to tip my barber, I accidently ate meat on Friday during Lent, I shot a man in Reno, I almost went all the way with GF on our first date, but we were making out in my car and - one thing lead to another - and, anyway, we accidently ran over a hobo, and, let me see, it’s so hard to come up with stuff, oh yeah, I sometimes don’t honor my parents as much as I think I should. I mean, do I really do enough? Anyway, so yeah, it has just been a dull decade."

But you all know that tactic and I feel like I should just come out and say what it is that has. rocked. my. world.

So.

Follow me on this convoluted story.

My best girl, my rock, my future, has lied. That’s right, well, "lie" is so judgmental. I think it’s more like she made a statement that did not have the added value of being truthful. (I stole that line by the way. And I told you, because I am honest). Anyway, it turns out that Hillary Rodham Clinton, my gal, did not dodge bullets as part of her single handedly delivering her patented brand of global foreign policy experience. What people in the White House used to dub, "the peace hammer." Because, we all know, that the place for first ladies is on the battle field, I mean I could accept that she was there Tuzla doing the sort of magic things that the most intelligent woman in the world does to bring tyrant’s to their knees, whether it’s an invasive tax audit or incriminating pictures, you know the old peace hammer is getting dropped on some bad guys. And, I thought, could you blame them for trying to stop her? Shooting at St. Hillary. Heck, I can imagine them carpet bombing several kill-boxes worth of land just to make sure that she bled.

Evidently, she just went to a foreign country with an 80’s era comedian and the owner of Lance Armstrong’s unusable ball (it cost more than your yellow bracelet).

I won’t link to it because the whole story pains me. so. much.

But, I’ve already told mom and my brother. I can’t tell dad though. He has become too delicate to tolerate these kinds of heartaches.