Five stages


“It’s OK” said Max, sipping on some wine.
“They only did it three times, we’ll be fine.”


“What a bitch, sleeping with that bastard Rick!”
“I’d love to slap them both,” growled Max. “They make me sick.”


“Oh God, I would do anything.” Max cried.
“How can I win her back? What haven’t I tried?”


“I had dreams of kids and her as my wife.
“This is a nightmare,” sighed Max. “What’s the point of life?”


“Oh well,” said Max, now blushing slightly red.
“Can’t blame her really; Rick was ace when I had him in bed.”

© Carl Burkitt 2013

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