So sick, so sick of being tired.
And oh so tired of being sick.
Willing and ready to prove the worst of everything you said about…
It’s been a full week now since Alice and I have talked. I don’t know exactly how I feel about that. I guess the feeling is kind of neutral. I lack care in either direction, but that doesn’t satisfy my innate curiosity on the situation.
Part of me has a bit of anger and resentment. One of our worst drag out fights happened when she was with Brian 24/7 while the man of her life [that's dripping with sarcasm] was locked up. I did a lot for her. I treated her kids as if they were my own, I was there with her when that shit with her husband broke out, I was a friend. I was honest, I didn’t sugar-coat shit, I treated her the way I expected to be treated.
What is going through her head right now? She told me less than a week before he was out that she told him that she would never choose him or any man over any of her friendships. I didn’t believe her, but still. She gets him out and doesn’t go to even contact me until I text her about the money she owes me. She gives it to me and then not a word since.
I’ve thought about doing a lot of things. Spite comes naturally. Contacting her landlord to tell her about him living with her. She does that background check and out the door he goes. Messaging her mom or sister on Facebook with the links to all his charges. Alice said her mom knows the truth about Charles. Alice wouldn’t know how to tell a truth if it depended on the lives of her kids. I’m not exaggerating. I could write a novel, a thick novel, on all her concocted tales and webs of deceit. She’s not good at it so it would be an easy write.
When I first began blogging about Alice, I told you I changed the names of people I respected. My respect for her is in the negatives. Her name is not Alice, it’s Brittany. One spiteful thing off my list. I know, it’s so small. That’s probably all I’ll do as Brittany tends to create her own hell rather easily so let the shit hit the fan naturally. If he hits her, it’s what she wanted so who am I to try to stop that?
So obviously desperate, so desperately obvious.
So good at setting bad examples.
Listen, trick, I’ve had all I can handle.
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