Alice:
Dude. What now?
Me:
I’m a loser, apparently.
Alice:
Me:
I called him out on the stupid ho he banged at least twice.
It’s true. I couldn’t hold back. I’ve been ruminating about Skank Face, knowing she’s going to come back over and over again, trying to insert herself into his life. She’s like if herpes was a person.
I know she’s below me, and that I shouldn’t let someone like her spend any time living rent-free in my head. But I hate that she’s around, slowly circling Timmy like she has some weird addiction to him.
Knowing that he talked to her the same abusive way he talks to me now.
And that, according to their texts back and forth, he hit her, too.
Has he really ceased all communication with her? Why was she really a Facebook shortcut in his phone?
When I briefly dated Zeth, the ridiculously-named, Adderall-injecting mess, he used to do weird shit all the time—adding and deleting dating apps from his phone just because he could.
And Timmy is devious—I could totally see him messaging this Side Dish Sally, this Captain Cling-On—just to keep her on the hook in case things go bad with me.
And in general, just to piss me off.
Me:
I’m mad, and it’s irrational.
Alice:
It’s pretty close for comfort since he’s still in touch.
Me:
He’s apparently not talking to her.
But I went off anyway.
I’ve been very well-behaved for like 5 evenings, and now I just went off.
It’s fine.
My emotions are feeling cold.
Maybe I’m a psychopath now. Jk but
Alice:
I think it’s that you’re at the very end of your rope.
Me:
It’s a frayed rope.