Yeah, It's Not For Everyone. But If You're With The Right People Doing Something You Enjoy It's Not Bad.

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cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater number one . . . was the fun worth ending your marriage? you were serving more than looks, barbie! how about those divorce papers? it's a real shame you can't call yourself a MILF now... though by a technicality, you might still qualify. baby sprouse or baby jonas? the possibilities are quite endless. aren't they?

The hot steam from the shower relaxed muscles she didn't even know were tense, she needed this. A long, scalding hot shower so she could just be and not wear the mask that she's donned on with just about everyone else. In truth, Barbara hasn't been happy for a long while. Things with her marriage started out great, as any marriage would. But as time went on, she could feel the disconnect between her and Dylan, smiles that didn't reach eyes, going to bed without any 'I love you's.' she was a prisoner in her own marriage and she hated it. So, Barbara sought out the comfort, in whatever form it came in with Nick instead. It was a whirlwind of excitement and fire and not too long after that, Barbara was filing for divorce. Not wanting to stay in a marriage where she was no longer happy. That whirlwind of excitement and fire turned to instant nerves when she found out she was pregnant, the math not giving her a clear answer as to who's baby it was - Nick's or Dylan's. The nerves were the loudest emotion she had during that time, but the small seed of excitement of being a mother was there - until it was ripped away from her, leaving her in a mess of anger and hate like she hasn't felt before. The steam is almost suffocating, but she revels in it - eyes closed as she leans her back against the shower wall. That's when she hears her phone and her jaw locks, he really did have the most awful timing ever didn't he? Pulling back the curtain, Barbara dries her hand on a throw towel before grabbing her phone and swiping up to unlock. So it wasn't Nick - this time at least. She reads the text, then rereads it again, and again almost wishing that it would just disappear. The tears, a mix of sadness at what could of been and anger for what did happen blur her vision as her throat tightens. 'Fuck the fuck off, why don't you?' She sends the quick text before tossing the phone away from her, the device landing with a thud at the bottom of her bathroom door. This charade of pretending to be okay was slowly coming undone and she fucking hated it, she hated herself for everything she lost.

I need to know, are we allowed to talk about Madame Web yet? Because I have questions, and theories, and with those theories more questions. Have you seen it? Or at the very least got some of the in about it, if you know what I mean? @hcllandstcm

You mean to tell me your number hasn't been leaked before? I could be wrong, but I very faintly remember a time that happened? I don't know, maybe it was someone else. But yeah no, I totally get where you're coming from. I'd ask how that detective work is working out for you but it sounds like it's a good thing you're a performer and not a detective. Vegas is never a bad idea. Unless you've got some massive gambling addiction, which I do not - and the heat, I'm used to. Maybe hold off on the thanking until Detective Bieber actually solves the case, hm?

having your number leaked is a whole new level of crazy. it's like, one minute you're chillin', and the next, your phone's blowing up like it's the fourth of july. i'm feeling like a detective straight out of a noir film. and i have absolutely no idea what's going on, where to go or what to do. it's like being dropped into the middle of a movie plot with no script to follow. but yeah... vegas wasn't a bad idea, maybe i should thank whoever is pranking me. @hwstarters

I have no doubt in my mind that you get this a lot but your outros are truly something on another level, I think as for right now my favorite is the one for BBC. How much shit did you get for that? You did keep it PG but you know, people like to nitpick on the smallest of things. @itsbrinxbtch

Honestly I'm not sure how I missed it but it just went totally over my head at the time, I went to see the new Mean Girls movie and didn't know it was a musical until the opening song. I do think the little music note in the title should have given that away. It was still good though, you killed it as Regina George. @rmrpps

barbara: formalities aren't your strong suit today, are they? hi nick, i'd ask how you are but judging by the urge of this text i'll take a shot in the dark and say not great. barbara: what's up?

𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 → 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚.

nick: we need to talk... and not like in a few hours. now. now we need to talk. @palvinfms

Bella, angel! I cannot get over how absolutely fucking stunning you looked at the Cannes festival. I meant to say something then but got pulled in so many different directions it was just a whirlwind of chaos, but you killed it. @isabellakhair

When it comes to packing, I'm a very last minute person. I hate it so much, the packing - not being a last minute packer. But I persevered and even made a list of things to make sure I had. You know what I left without? A bikini. I left without packing a bikini to the Maldives. Which is whatever, that just gives me the opportunity to go shop. Want to come with? @emilystonc

Despite the conditions that they were brought to Vegas for, Barbara was going to make the best of it. Vegas was for going out, drinking with friends and all around having a good time. She was not going to fret over a text message from whoever the hell it was. With her lesser lip caught between her teeth, Barbara combed through her clothes before she found her best short party dress. It wasn't long before she was strapping on her favorite heels and grabbing her things before heading down to the hotel bar. Threading through the mass of people, Barbara would only stop for a few seconds to say hello to some people who had stopped her. Finally making her way to the bar, Barbara leaned against the counter, bright smile and all as she ordered some tequlia shots to start with. Stepping to the side as another stepped up to the bar, Barbara looked over to see Nick. "Well hello, stranger. Fancy seeing you here." The small smirk dances on her lips, "Want to do a couple shots with me?" @joncs

how do you deal with break ups?

"It really depends on the nature of the breakup for me. I admit, I don't deal with heartbreak in the healthiest of ways, I usually lock it behind some impenetrable wall but at some point or another it comes to surface."