Even If We Meet Again, It Surpasses the World

I caught my boyfriend of ten years in bed with his so-called best girl friend. The next day, the two of them publicly announced their marriage license. I tore that marriage certificate apart page by page, chewed it up, and swallowed it down. Ten years together. I refused to believe he could betray me. Not until I'd eaten my way through the eighth marriage certificate, slit my wrists for the ninth time, and dragged the media to his company to make a scene for the tenth.