I'm not

Good Morning.
It's a beautiful 5:45am.

I'm not sleepy.
I'm not in a robe, lazily drinking coffee.
I'm not pondering my day.
I'm not preparing for class.
I'm not jealous that my fiancee is going to the Opera tonight with another, prettier woman.
I'm not annoyed that she is young, beautiful, and charming.
I'm not distressed that she is well-liked by my so-called friends.
I'm not threatened that she occasionally stays overnight.
I'm not upset that she sleeps in my bed, next to my fiancee.

I am so Excited that my fiance is interested in taking up new opportunities.
Clearly, I have always been faithful, and that faithfulness is being rewarded.

Surely, polyamory is not riddled with complication, and luckily, I have all the friends in the world to rant at.

I just Love my latest facebook picture, and I feel very secure about my appearance, intellect and group of friends.

I'm absolutely ok with my fiance taking another lover because I'm awesome like that.
I have one, and fair is fair. Right?

Urg, I want to move. I'm tired of this shit.

In all fairness, Sam is not dating another woman. He just has a crush. Why do I have to know this? I shouldn't. 

He should just tell me when he is going to start a new relationship. I've been avoiding this woman because I do not have anything to offer her. She is not my problem, she's Sam's problem, and I don't really want to hear about her anymore.