My sad and heartbreaking divorce

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I need to share some really sad news. Heartbreaking actually.

  

For once I'm not sure how to start and while I sit here there is this lump in my throat and a burning in the pit of my stomach. It's all sadness and regret and everything that happens to you when you're about to lose something dear to you.

I catch myself remembering the good times. There were never any bad, except for maybe her hardness that sometimes surfaced when she was simmering slowly and wasn't left to soften up slowly by herself.

One or two times maybe there was a charred tint from too much exposure, but mostly the dry heat would make her golden brown. There were times when she was still Lilly white before the sessions in the exquisite heat and steamy liquid and I would be licking away the savory juices, exotic oils and spices, I covered her with, while softly, carefully biting into the soft white flesh.

It gives me goose bumps and at the same time makes me want to cry when reality returns and I realize once again… It is over…

She did nothing wrong and actually neither did I, was it not for the evil French sadist and wannabe doctor.               

All I did was expand. I expanded to such a state that we were forced to part our ways or run the risk of expanding even further to a point where we eventually would have been separated as death would have done us part.

My death.

We have said our farewells, I think and I hope to still be friends and maybe visit her once in a while, once I get back to a physical state where I can handle my giddy reaction to her presence. And maybe we'll be able to return to where we left off.

  

I really hope we can and I really hope she feels the same way. But for now we need to part and I'm crying my heart out.

I'll survive without her, but this divorce has broken me and I don't think I'll ever be the same.

All I want to say is thank you Pierre Dukan. You dog! I am bitter and I HATE you for what you did and for what you forced me into.

  

I will shrink back to my old self and I will once again love and caress and devour my beloved potato....

Groete uit die woestyn en van al die Arabiere