The GEM Rises Again

"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock" - Shakespeare

It started when he told me he and his colleagues went to a girly bar.

I know.  It's silly.  It was nothing.  It was business.  It was just a night out with the boys.  It is hardly likely that he participated in the shenanigans.  

Oh, but no! The green-eyed monster (GEM) lives in me.  He is alive, he is strong and he will seize every chance he can to make me crazy.  He lurks in my subconscious and looms his ugly, glowing, green head in the dark.  The dreams!  The dreams woven by the GEM are vivid and undeniably possible.  They jolt me awake at night.  If I didn't believe in this man, they could be true.  They do bother me and I have a zit to prove it! 

The part of me that is a slave to the GEM is tearing out her short hair in misery while the other part that is not is looking at her in disgust and plays with her long locks in mockery.  She is displeased with this idiocy.  

No matter how illogical and unfounded my angst is, I cannot help it.  I cannot control it.  I cannot manage it.  I cannot dismiss it.  I cannot solve it.  I cannot resolve it.  I lose the battle each and every time.  I crack jokes about it during the day and defiantly stick my tongue out at it but in the middle of the night when I gnash my teeth, it is not funny.  Oh ko!  Oh ko!    

Just this moment, he sent me a text, "Good morning, mahal" and it made me smile.  Sweet!  I heard the GEM whisper in his raspy voice, "Oh? What if he sent it to someone else, too?"  Evil!

Regretfully, I allow the GEM to steal peace of mind and happiness from my life.  

What balderdash is this?!?  I know I am the ONLY other one!