Broken Hearted
Ok, so here I am typing about the broken hearted. *For privacy reasons I will refer to my relative as Broken, and his wife as Bitch* For once, it is not my own heart that I speak about. Well...sorta. My heart is broken right along with my relatives because we are so close and I was directly involved in their lives for so long. Wait, let me start from the start. My cousin and his wife were married awhile back. I was in their wedding party, even though I was against the union and generally despise the ceremony of marriage on all levels. (thats a rant for another day) Either way, they were married and all seemed well until I asked them if they wanted to move in together, all three of us to help save money and get a really decent house. They agreed and all was well, until I was told that Bitch wanted out of the marriage after only 9 months together. Broken was devastated and so was I, as I was now a functional part of this relationship for the sake of finances and living arrangeme...