No one prepares you for a moment like this. Even if they did, you wouldn't believe them. A palm reader once told me she saw infamy in my future. It was a $5 reading in a tent that smelled like cotton candy and hotdogs. I'd laughed it off, until right now.
Every nerve in my body trembles, the hush of the crowd leaves only my own breath and pounding heart in my ears. I look up at the camera, in addition to the thousands of people around me, we're live in millions of homes. Yet, I'm alone. Alone in a decision with no right answer.
This opportunity was changing my career - my life - forever. Why had he chosen this moment to do it? I look down at him on his bended knee. I've paused too long already, his eyes are searching. Panicking. Yeah, me too!
I can't resist shifting to the side. Through all the shocked faces, I see him (yeah, the other him). He's pained, dying inside. Once again, me too!
The slick producer is foaming at the mouth. He could cut to commercial but he won't. This is too good. The lump in my throat pushes tears to my eyes. I've been accused of exploiting others, and now my suffering is entertainment.
I wish I never started The Heartbreak Club.
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The Heartbreak Club
Chick-LitEmma followed her college boyfriend to New York City and when his career took off, he dumped her. She did what any native California girl would do, poured her heart out on a public blog. What's it like to live and love after being totally exposed? E...
