I haven't been a fan of the Super Bowl since I saw my husband propose to the skank who came between us in college. This year when his team made it to the big game, I got all up in my feelings. It was probably hormonal. But I didn't make the trip to the game with the rest of the family.
I regret that now. I knew my boo was going to keep pounding and come back with his second ring. But things didn't work out that way and Maurice got hurt in the game. A separated shoulder. I should've been there.
I try to pretend that I'm over what happened all of those years ago, but in the back of my mind, that hurt is still there. And it didn't help that two days before the game I got a letter that Lauryn Michaels is coming up for parole.
I haven't told Maurice. I don't plan to tell Maurice and it's not because I think he's going to sleep with that crazy bitch again, but I don't want our lives taken over by that insanity again.
I'm out. My husband just walked through the door with a scowl on his face. I hope the shoulder injury isn't that bad.