GREETINGS FROM JILTGIRL! THE VIDEO CODE AND ENJOY COPY
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Who is Jiltgirl?, lied to, dumped, jilted, stood up, used up, stomped on and treated like dirt- and thrown away by a man like an old candy wrapper- Pretty much without a word of warning. And so- here you are – Ms. Heartbreak of the Year. You are busy crying a mascara river, so sick you can’t eat a thing – you just want to basically barf.Or so upset you’re eating hot fudge sauce out of the jar – ice cold- too frantic to nuke it – so sad you just stare at the phone – because if you stare long enough, it might ring and it might be HIM- (these are desperate times- forget grammar) Â with an explanation.Right now you are ready and willing to accept virtually ANY and EVERY bsl story he could come up with as to why he DID NOT DO any or all of the following:
Call when he said he would.
Show up for your date.
Show up for your birthday party.
Show up at the airport where you were standing at the gate, waiting for him, with your luggage- AND the tickets you had charged on YOUR now maxed out VISA for a Tryst for Two to Las Vegas-or Paris- or Buffalo.
Or he went the men’s room, and three hours later  you are still sitting waiting alone at the table- with the bill; does this mean he has Montezuma’s Revenge- or what ?
Or- why he never called after THREE – count ‘em-THREE- glorious nights of Mattress Magic.
Or why he won’t return your phone calls after you gave him $1000 that you borrowed from your credit union so he could get a divorce attorney? Before you gave him the money he texted you 5 times a day- Isn’t it a hoot- he said that he and his wife were “just friends” and haven’t had sex for a year- BUT- you just got an invite to her baby shower- Kiss that $1000 goodbye.
Or – Show up for the wedding.This is the scenario worse than hell- you are going INSANE.For sure you think you were having an out of body experience.This HAS to be a dream; no, a nightmare.
He is now 20 minutes late for the ceremony- your Cousin Vicky Lee- a precocious age 12- has played “Oh Promise Me” eight times through on the piano and looks bored; you are sure she is about to break into her only other selection- “Danny Boy”.
You are pacing the floor of the rectory like a creature possessed.
Your hands are shaking so hard the petals are starting to fall from your bouquet . The rectory phone rings and your mother hands you the phone- her face is frozen- its HIM. – on his cell phone. You are SCREAMING at him (can you believe the gutless wonder calls you at the church from his cell  phone). “Are you CRAZY?” you say-” Are you 1-800-NUTS? There are 400 people sitting there- waiting- for me – for US-to walk down that aisle.” This is NOT REAL you tell yourself; this is a bad dream. You screech at him ‘ What do you MEAN – ‘don’t be surprised if Angie doesn’t show up-’ she’s my best friend – my Maid of Honor”. She’s with YOU?WHY??? WHERE??? At the AIRPORT? Because she does WHAT with your WHAT? What do you MEAN – if it’s good enough for the President its good enough for me-”.
He says ”I’m sorry. Oh, and, uh, you can keep the ring.” He hangs up. You can hear the faint strains of Danny Boy. Cousin Vicky Lee has now added an off key vocal routine-”the pipes – the pipes -are a’callin.” But who gives a damn? Your world just crashed and burned- with one phone call.
And so, another Jiltgirl is born.Welcome to the sorority that every woman prays she never joins.
But you have company – here is Jiltgirl – your advisor- your pal- your friend- you’re not alone- and you are not the first or the last woman to be betrayed- remember that. Let her cry with you – get mad with you and share stories and experiences of other women who have felt JUST as BETRAYED as you do today- and how they REALLY and TRULY got over it. ”
JILTGIRL SAYS…
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