Marriage

The saying goes like this: “klina klinem wybijaj”. I would translate it like that: “remove splinter with splinter”.
Old and trusted method. We also say” Dała ci wkręta do głowy” of which poor translation would be “she put a screw in your had”.
Your image is my screw. I am screwed. In my head. But I am also tough. I sent an-email to my ex.
Over the past five years we had three communications. After she went back Poland, her father bought her an apartment in Cracow.
Cracow is more expensive than Chicago.
She sent me an e-mail that she loves me and she wants me to come back to start a new. I did not. Her e-mail had two pages. Mine two sentences.
The second e-mail she sent few years later which was couple of months ago, was asking only if I were still alive because she had a dream I died.
“I didn’t die. All is OK”. Both are lies.
She went quiet. Which I wanted. Few days ago I sent her an e-mail telling her I loved her. I strongly felt like doing it. Because I have always loved her from the first sight, she is a very beautiful woman, she was probably one of the most beautiful woman in Chicago when she lived here, quite similar looking to the new brunette you have at the coffee shop, just with greater sex-appeal. I am talking about inner beauty though. Physical comes as an option. Her option was stunning.
She did not respond till yesterday.
When I met her, it was she who hit on me, (I just came back from North Shore on Oahu after a month there into ugly Chicago winter) she was not talented. At 20 she was already a mature and great artist. Made Americans at her art school look like puppies, retarded puppies with rich parents. I was paying 25 thousand for each semester as she was on a student visa. It was love at first site. She didn’t know I had money and never left because I lost it. Similar feelings took over me, when I saw you. It is chemistry, on my part. I really didn’t like how you reacted when M. came with me in Maserati. She would ignore him. These are most of the time extensions to whatever is their problem. Losers love sport cars. Knew few of them with Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maseratis.
I am not sure why I sent that e-mail to her. I thought I was sending it because of you, because of my screw in the head but that would be an easy excuse as I read more signs than through the tip of my dick. I felt like I had to do that not for myself but for her. She responded last night. Right after she was released from a hospital. Had a cyst removed from her breast. She is twenty nine. I think. Too early for that. That’s why by the way I hate Sturbuck’s, for support of GMOs, for lying to Americans. Son of the bitches. GMOs do cause cancer. It is proven.
Because I loved her I had to let her go. She paints and designs, as I hoped she would. My girl. I am a very confused individual today. On my birthday. I am a Virgo, she is a Taurus. The Associate is Taurus. My ex partner is Taurus. My best friend in high-school was Taurus. In college – another one. University Tauruses. Tauruses and Scorpios all over my life – men and women.  Ann – Scorpio, Margret Scorpio, Margret II Scorpio. My father – Scorpio, my mother Virgo. My grandmother Virgo. Tauruses, Scorpio and Virgos. But then when I worked as a help in shelter for homeless this girl asked me what sign I was. I said Virgo. She disagreed. Bring me the date and hour of your birth. I saw her next week. Sorry, you are more of a Lio, Robert. Virgo is a camouflage. They will never know what they are facing.
My girl has a little baby which she probably mentioned to make sure I didn’t hit on her too hard. She still loves me but … I am gone for the image of you, while she has a man everyday and it is terrible to live with someone every day. That’s why they have invented that mental institution called marriage.