Greg’s stories always crack me up and this one is no exception. Enjoy!
As many of you know, my muse and I broke up last year.
I cast no blame, the fault was just as much mine as hers.
She wanted more from me, or perhaps she wanted more than me, but either way the result was the same: harsh words, flashes of anger and disappointment.
The usual stuff.
Don’t get me wrong, she was a good muse – and she promised to make me a great writer – but as good as some people are, they are just no good for each other.
I reminded her that I never aspired to greatness. She reminded me that I never aspired to anything.
We were both wasting each other’s time.
It was not an easy break. She fooled around and I goofed off. We split up, came back together, split up again and finally she stomped out of my writing room and snatched away…
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