Wendy
I play back another message.
I guess it's finally happened huh? You're tired of me now. I hope I gave you happiness, Wendy.
Should I go back? I should shouldn't I?
Unwittingly, I've turned around, heading home. Why am I such a b***h?
Is it because my Mom loves alcohol more than me? Is it because my Dad never hugged me?
Or is it just because I'm a b***h?
Why should I go back? I'll online make him miserable. I pull over to the side of the road, and pull my phone out.
I'm okay.
I send it. I can at least do that. He reads it. The text bubble pops up. My whole body is frozen as those three dots lift and fall.
It goes away.
Then it pops up again. It goes away. After five minutes I realize that he's not going to reply. Is it because he hates me?
Is it because he's done with me?
