I was a bastard with the last one ... I knowingly broke her
heart and fed it to the dogs .... but I felt at that time that it
was something I had to do ..... she knew about my emotional
attachments to the person whom I named my cars after .... I figured
that if I can get her to hate me, she can move on with life more
easily .....
I was so happy for her when I heard she got married to some
scottish guy and now has a son ... (she's eurasian) ....
but of course, when you do that ... you sleep at night in fear of
"sauce heads" .... 
