Sometimes I think about when VikWhoRia told me that it was “very obvious” that Bob and I “have something very special”.
Sometimes I wonder what would have prompted such a statement?
That was a day or two after she told me that she would “never have anything to do with” him.
“No matter what, I will never be with him.”
Sometimes I can’t wrap my brain around those statements.
Sometimes I remind myself about how she also told me that she knows what it feels like to be betrayed.
Sometimes I think about what a scheming, conniving, lying, opportunistic, self-serving evil slut she is.
Sometimes – far too often, truth be told – I think about the two of them doing all of the things that Bob and I used to do . . .
Sometimes I want to die.