It went down while I was out, and
I found
her in silence fighting the tears, and (
god help me), I'm off
on a roll.
He said that to you?!?
If I was you, I'd call that bastard
right back into the room and tell him a thing
or two. I'd let him know whose idea it was
from the start, and remind him who was all
about 'now and forever'. I'd make him
admit to being wrong, I'd make him cry,
I'd make him feel like the shit he is for
leaving you.
Ya know? If I were you, I'd do that. I'd
make sure I wasn't the only one hurting, I'd
throw accusations and tantrums. I wouldn't
sit there with an awful grinning grimace
and tell me quietly what happened. I'd scream,
throw books, point fingers. Get out there
and point some fingers, girl!
I see the subtle jerk in her neck, wait for
her to force the words through stiffly held
composure:
'If you were me', she sighs.
'...But you have different fingers.'