The Battle Lost

Bill was in a minor accident today. He was riding his motorcycle and some idiot cut him off and in order to avoid a massive collision he laid his bike down.

I found this out when I got home to discover a very angry Bill. After he calmed down enough to speak I learned one very important thing: he contacted his chick first.

In short, I have been replaced. If there was ever a battle for his affection I have lost it. The realization is bittersweet, but not unexpected.

And, when she breaks him, my role will be resumed. I should know better, but I'll let it happen. Only to be cast aside, once again, in short order.