So, someone I felt so ambivalent about leaving, someone I felt so guilty for not loving more, someone I seriously considered marrying because I figured no one else would ever love me more, that someone betrayed me. He divulged a secret I had never told anyone. To his mother. Who dropped it into conversation on her her biweekly phone call to me (“to make sure” I’m “okay”).
Bastard.
I don’t understand why it has to be this way for me. I try very hard to make positive changes in my life, yet the same problems and unfairnesses-of-the-universe that have haunted me since I was a tiny child continue to haunt me. Damn it all.
