How To Lose A Guy in 10 Minutes

Thank God Mr. Ex is a good sport... really.

Last night was like a scene out of How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days, except it happened in 10 minutes. I was Kate. He was Matt. After busting his ass at work for 12 hours, he came home to the sick ward. I bet when he was sitting in traffic for an hour and a half, the last thing he expected to be greeted by were complaints. But that's exactly what he walked into.

Mr. Ex had been through the door maybe 10 minutes before I unloaded on him. I was grumpy and not feeling exactly up to par. Because I suffer from some stupid bladder issues that apparently became flared up, I was "pissed" off to say the least. I went on and on about the excrutiating pain. Poor Mr. Ex likely felt as if he were watching some medical documentary on the Discovery Channel as I went into vivid detail.

Now if that couldn't lose a guy in 10 minutes, I'll tell you what could have.

As Mr. Ex stood there empathetically listening to my woes, I shook my head.

"See, you married a trainwreck," I said, throwing up in my mouth as the words accidentally rolled off my tongue.

It was the ultimate Freudian slip. Most guys would have had my stuff packed and sitting by the front door before I ever finished the statement. It was an honest mistake, a mistake that happened to occur on the eve of the one-year anniversary of my divorce. Needless to say, the LAST thing on my mind was marriage.

Like most things, Mr. Ex took it all in stride. In fact, he bust out laughing at the statement. I apologized profusely, tripping all over myself. The saving grace of the whole thing was likely the fact that Mr. Ex realizes how I feel about marriage... as in I don't. I don't want to hear about marriage. I don't want to think about marriage. And there's a really good probability that I don't ever want to be married again.