Who the hell does he think he is? God's gift to women? So, here we go again! The elevator door opens and lo and behold who the hell's standing right before my very eyes. It seems they're always in that damn elevator together. Ah, they were smiling like two teenagers in love caught in the act. Suddenly, their facial expressions changed as I stood before them.

As Rhett Butler would say, "frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."

"So, this Meredith thing? I'm suppose to wait it out?" I asked stupidly. And this idiot of a husband of mine answers, "that would be nice." Give me a bloody break. I sat there with my beer in hand and held in what I truly wanted to say, as I hid under my mask. He can't have best of both worlds. I actually wanted to smash that beer bottle over his head. Both heads!

I know in the very beginning I was crushed. But, now? I won't allow myself to get bent out of shape over this. He can't make up his mind? I'll decide for him. "Sign the damn divorce papers! Pick up that pen, you do know how to write, don't you? And sign on the dotted line. A huge "X" would suffice!" Those dreamy eyes of his doesn't work for me anymore. He looks at her the way he use to look at me. One day he just might get tired of her and he'll use those same bedroom eyes to lure someone else into his life. Maybe, another poor young intern.

Hey, I just got a brilliant idea. Maybe Meredith and I should bond together. You know, go out and have a drink at Joe's. That would really make him squirm. But, what I really want to say to her is...

Take him, he's yours!