“f**k him!” she says. She sat cross legged in front of me, two shot glasses in front of us and an almost empty bottle of vodka in between.
I filled her in on the night’s events. How I stood there over my brewing tea only to have him walk past me. The most f****d up thing about it all is him looking at me. Looking directly at me, walking towards his room with a woman he was about to f**k behind him.
“I know,” I say. I had a headache from all the crying, and I was is much need of sleep.
I look at her, tears weeping in my eyes yet again.
“Do you love him?” She asked. Pouring me a drink.
I don’t think I’ve ever drunk as much as I have than in the past couple months that I have moved here.
I look at Maddie’s face feeling my cheek wobble as I tried to contain my tears. I nod my head
