Mind you, this was all openly available to me… and he knew it…
“Everything I have is yours to use. You don’t ever have to ask…”
And yeah, this shit was beyond painful to read. I don’t even have the words. . .
Cruel. Mean. Devious. Inappropriate. Disturbing. Shocking. Traumatic. Wrong.
Bob to VikWhoRia:
The night after our conversation in the train station, as we parted, I felt horrible the entire train ride home. I so desperately wanted to telephone you and say things to you that I am still afraid to say in terms of how I feel about you. Not knowing what else to do, I texted you a smiley face to see if you at least acknowledged it to know it would be safe to call, but my phone battery died, and i had no phone for two and a half hours of panic wondering if you replied, ignored me, told me to go away….it was the longest most uncomfortable 2 hours of my life. When I got back to Albany and plugged my phone into my car, about half way back i had enough power to be able to turn the phone on. The returned smile was the perfect response. I knew everything would be okay, and the next day when you told me that we could talk but no discussions of dividing flatware or plates, I knew that you felt the same. > > I can’t believe that I am telling you all of this, but as you said about “feeling at home”…. I have never been this open in my life…that’s why I always hid behind my writing.
Buckle in folks. . .