ELLE
I sit in my apartment, and I'm shaking with rage.
Not at Blake. Not anymore. I'm done being angry at Blake for being exactly who he's always been. I'm angry at myself for thinking anything had changed. I'm angry at Sienna for being complicit. I'm angry at Victoria for being so clinical about destroying my integrity.
But mostly, I'm angry at the pattern.
Five years ago, Blake made me choose: stay and accept that hockey comes first, or leave and accept that I was never enough. He made me choose between my own sanity and my love for him. He made the decision for me by refusing to change.
And I chose to leave.
Now Sienna is making me choose again: announce a fake relationship and keep your career, or refuse and become unhirable. She's making the decision for me by refusing to give m
