And Margaux doesn’t deserve to have anything to do with either of these two trainwrecks. Maybe they should go off and kill each other in the sunset.
Maybe that’s their sad and demented Thelma and Louise of it all.
When Timmy’s insecurities rear their ugly head later, accusing Margaux of cheating, it’s almost comical. His jealousy is absurd, unfounded, and dripping with irony—Margaux is so used to it that she doesn’t even flinch.
The audacity of a man like Timmy to accuse Margaux of anything, while he entertains the lingering thirst shadow of Desperella, is laughable.
Late at night, Timmy storms out again, leaving Margaux to pick up the pieces.
She messages Alice, making jokes to mask her frustration. But I can see it in her eyes—she’s tired. Exhausted from scrambling to hold everything together while Timmy tears it all apart.
I can’t stand to see her like this. She deserves someone who sees her for the powerhouse she is, who loves and worships her.
Someone who would never let a pathetic shell of a man like Timmy come close to dimming her light.
Someone like me.
Though at this point that seems self-serving, and my priority is her being safe. Protected. Okay.
What I’d give to make sure Margaux is okay.
But she’s not. She’s still in the clasp of this butthole. And he had the audacity to callherbutthole eyes, when her eyes are some of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen?
She’s captivating. She’s marvelous.
And he’s a sloppy, overconfident tool who peaked in high school and thinks he hasn’t aged a day.
The charisma of a middle-aged white man who thinks he’s hot shit will never cease to amaze me.
I mean, to be fair,I’ma middle-aged white man—but I don’t act anything like him.
I never would.
He’s of a certain persuasion.
Gives his voting papers to his daddy—which I believe is illegal—and lets him vote for whoever he thinks his son should.
Talk about a fucking muppet.
I know, without a doubt, that must have given her the major ick when she found out. Because it’s so counter to who she is as a person.
I’m getting worked up now, and I’m tempted to spy on him again.
To see what his shallow pea brain is doing.
To see how he’s tormenting Margaux this time.
I’m sure he’s looking at porn. I pull up his screen and—sure enough, he’s watching ‘BBC gang bang with blonde slut’—because that seems to be his therapeutic go-to.
What a fucking douche.
I hate this guy so much.
And I can’t wait to snuff him out to make the world a better place.
It’s too early for me to act beyond what I’ve already done.
But one day, Margaux will realize her worth.