Jon always says that problems come in threes. Well, do assholes come in threes too? And do they all have three letter names ending with "n"?

The brief period of unparalleled hell is over. Jon ran back to Lynne with his tail between his legs. He told me, without apology, that he never loved me. He had promised me he'd never change his mind, that he would never stop loving me. But that's typical of all the men I let into my life. One minute they're spouting sonnets and confessing love eternal, and the next they're running away, terrified of their own emotions.

And so, here I stand, alone once more, and yet somehow I feel more powerful than ever. Perhaps it is because I am able to stand without leaning on someone else. I'm stronger than Jon will ever be. I think that was one of the few things we didn't have in common.

He was hoping to bring out the real La, the inner me that has been hiding for so long. Well, here she is, lipgloss in one hand, M-14 in the other. I'm not afraid of getting hurt anymore, because I simply won't allow it. And I'm not afraid of being alone anymore- in fact, I've come to embrace it. Everything I've faced is just one more facet of who I am. I don't have to become a cold, heartless asshole to protect myself from my own emotions. I don't have to run away from anyone, including myself. I don't have to hide anymore.

So, thanks Jon. If you weren't a complete asshole to me, none of this would ever have happened. You've completed your task. Now go to hell.

"She said she's had enough of men and now she's looking for payback." - Ice-T (from the "Tank Girl" soundtrack!)

"Sometimes there's no poison like a dream." -Belly

"Do a little dance!"

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