Denial: it aint just a river in egypt

Oh how I love that joke. Anyhoo, it's funny how denial works. For me at least, my denial is more like trickery. I'm pretty aware of whatever it is I'm denying. This is ridonc, but I bought all these stupid books, like The Rules and How to Avoid Falling in Love with a Jerk by John Van Epp, which I kinda like. But we will get back to that. Anyway, I went out and bought a bunch of these books early on in my thing with Juan because I was kinda freaking out about his not calling me. Of course after I spent a few hundred bucks at Barnes & Noble, where I explained to the cashier "I'm writing an article on this" (read, I would never spend hours perusing through these books), Juan called me and I put them away.

But the funny thing is, the few times I would pick them up, I was always made sure I avoided the how to stop falling for Mr. Wrong sections. The reason I avoided the books, and especially the Mr. Wrong sections is because, well, I knew Juan was Mr. Wrong. But I didn't want to stop seeing him. Like Amy Fisher said If I knew Then*. Except I did knew then. So I guess it would be, If I Acknowledged Then.

The full title of Fisher's book is If I knew Then: Amy Fisher finally talks about her childhood, her crime, life in prison, starting over, marriage, motherhood and turning 30.

Can you believe she covers all that in 320 pages?