Scott’s at home tonight and it feels strange. Not just because he’s so often at Katie’s place these days, but also because I’m an emotional and physical wreck whenever he’s near. I find myself either talking like Forest Gump or a sports commentator on speed, other times es I hardly able to talk at all. I’m filled with longing for him, desperate to reach out and touch him, kiss his lips, feel his arms around me. I’m consumed with jealousy about him and Katie. And shame that I could feel like this about two of my best friends.
This episode has brought out a wicked witch side of me, that quite frankly I can’t stand. She’s a b***h. And a miserable b***h at that.
Scott wanders into the kitchen and takes out a fillet of fish and some vegetables as I’m preparing my dinner.
“That looks….. appe
