Good Lord. Unless you've been there you cannot imagine how quickly things unfold. How traumatic events are. How unconnected you feel. Randomness becomes the norm.
How could you do this to me while my dog was dying?
Right before Christmas.
You used my beautiful dog's name as your password, you whore.
Right upstairs from me. Right in my home. You brought this into my home.
My life has been a lie.
My memories are a lie.
Nothing existed before I knew this about you.
Why, why, why.
