We're at the gym, me and Greg and I'm bound and determined to get my body in perfect shape this year -- one of my resolutions. And nothing like a boyfriend driving you INSANE to get your mind set on lifting more weight than ever.
Greg, of course is elated. He's getting two birds killed with one stone. A wedge between Eric and me -- and my body in better shape. He practically tosses the extra weight on the bench press and laughs, "come on, sucker. Go Go Go and prove to me you're not a woman." Grunt, groan, I'm gonna regret this tomorrow.
But today --
Today, I don't give a damn.
AHGHGHGHGH, I regret lifting the extra weight already. The sauna does that thing to my body, where my arms feel like cooked spaghetti, and I get the wobblies, where I can't hardly turn on the shower. AHGGGHGH, who cares? It was worth it. Got out the BOYFRIEND angst.
"I mean, really, Greg. This is making me pissed off at Fran and it's not even her fault. She isn't thrilled to be involved in all this lying either. She's feeling weird and wondering why she ever agreed to it in the first place."
She agreed to it (as we all know) because she wanted to help Eric out (as we all do) and cover for his lousy parents. All of a sudden, I'm the "affair." The girlfriend to the married man -- the one no one can talk about or acknowledge or accept. And this isn't new, it's old.
VERY old.
To the point of boredom -- but does it stop me? Does it make me do something, anything to end this boring drama? No!
Instead, I go to the gym and work out. And get angrier and angrier and stew and stew more and more.
I'm a big, fat stew.
"I just want you to know, no matter what Eric says -- I'm fine with taking those pictures, Greg."
Greg flips out.
"Stop it! There's no way I'm getting involved in that one, Andrew baby. I'm not gonna let you pose naked just to get back at Eric." Talk about hitting the nail on the head, I think and recline on the warm tile.
"You're taking the pictures, Greg." -- it's the best thing that could happen for you.
Me and Eric.
And another secret...
