I stayed in my apartment for 16 hours, 24 minutes and 47 seconds after Jamie left. My main thought was, "He left me. The only man I've ever truly loved just left me again." Over and over like a broken record. I drank and ate when I needed to, but I did nothing I didn't have to do. I didn't read books. Why should I read my mystery novels when I could just look in the past few weeks and try to find clues that Jamie was unhappy? I didn't watch TV. Why should I watch soap operas of tangled romances when my entire adult life was episode that seemed to rerun too many times? I didn't even answer my phone. Heather called a couple of times, Richard might have even called, my I just let my answering machine pick up.

It wasn't until 16 hours, 24 minutes and 47 seconds after Jamie left that I even listened to someone leaving a message on my machine. "Hello, Cathy, this is Joe Handon calling about your audition for our show," Joe said. "I'm sorry, but you are not cast in our show. Although you gave a wonderful audition, there were just more qualified people with experiences other than tours. Thank you very much for auditioning." That did it. I cracked. I picked up the phone.

"Listen Joe Shmo! I gave my best audition!" I said to him, "You have no idea how long I've waited for a job that would be as wonderful as this one! You better have a good fucking actress in your fucking show, because if it's somebody that sucks, I swear I will have to hurt somebody! What the fuck is your problem? "More experience"? What kind of s fucked-up excuse is that? Who am I supposed to get more experience if I can't get cast to get the fucking experience! I made the guy laugh, isn't that a good thing? Who the hell did you cast then?" I waited angrily for a response before I realized he had hung up on me. I slammed down the phone and fell to my knees crying.

My phone rang again and since I was so close, I just picked up. "Hello?" I said, still crying a little.

"Oh my goodness, Cathy, are you crying?" Heather asked me. "That's it, I don't care if you want to see me or not, I'm coming over." Heather hung up before I could protest. I cleaned up my apartment a bit and there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and Heather was standing there with two bulging bags. "Comfort food?" Heather asked as she opened the bag in her left hand.

"Come on in, Heather," I said letting her in. I dug into the comfort food as soon as we sat down. After two hours of crying and talking, there were half eaten packages of Twinkies, Ho-Ho's, Reese's, Fastbreaks, Cupcakes, chocolate chip cookies, Oreos and many more. "I mean, how could he not be happy? He said he loved me everyday! How can you not be happy if you're with someone you love?" I said. Heather listened and rubbed my back. "Unless he never loved me. How can that bastard say he loved me if he didn't? God, why the hell do I love him so much?" I started crying again.

"Shhh," Heather said comforting me. "You are the best thing that ever happened to Jamie, don't let him get you down. At least now you'll have time to work on that show you auditioned for. I'm sure you got the job."

"Nope, they called," I said. "I didn't get it because someone more qualified than me showed up. I bet she screwed the director or the producer or something."

"Well, it's there loss! You'll get a better job and become a big star! Then they'll be begging for you to be in their show," Heather said. "And you'll turn them down."

"I doubt they'll ever want me. I kind of cursed out the guy who called. He hung up on me, but I think he heard the first "Fuck you" so I don't think it will be happening," I said sadly.

"Oh dear," Heather said, continuing to rub my back.

"I just hope to God he doesn't bring Lisa back to Elise," I said and I bit into another Twinkie.

(Thanks for the reviews! Did Jamie go back to Elise? Who got the role Cathy didn't? Please Review!)