Its Barney's wedding day. None of us really expected we'd get here. Lilly, Marshall and I have been talking about how insane this is for so long – Barney getting married.
And at the end of the day, there's something I wouldn't tell a soul. I mean, I could deal with Barney's parade of bimbos to a degree. I could handle the playbook and every made up history story and sex-based holiday he'd come up with.
Of all people, he's marrying my ex Robin. The girl I stole the blue French horn for and made an ass of myself for time and time again for. Actions I would never take back because you never hate making an ass of yourself, in the end, if it was in the name of something special. Or friendship, as Barney would say, because honestly what's better than acting like an idiot to keep a bro happy.
He's going to stand up there today and marry Robin of all people. Could they aim to hurt me more? The text message he sent that they were engaged hurt me deeper than all the bruises, burns, and heartbreaks I'd been for before that message entered my life.
But here's the real kicker – it's not for the reason people think. I'm not chasing down Robin. The locket was really just a gift to make sure Robin was okay because she's been stressed out about the wedding. I guess it's understandable when the groom's slept with every woman in New York. Not just New York, but that's not part of it.
Yes, I realize I am always talking about the perfect woman. But, at the end of this story, that doesn't matter. The perfect mother for my children doesn't matter. I don't need some future possibility of having kids. That's not what I want for myself. That's not what I need.
What I need…
What I hate to admit I really need more…is Barney.