Lawrence.
I was clearly pissed…no, far beyond pissed…at the fact that my mate couldn't even see how much I was hurting.
It was as though my emotions meant nothing to her. As though everything I felt, every reaction, every struggle…was invisible.
Seeing Theresa with another man…It did something to me, something dark and so uncontrollable. It wasn't just irritation or jealousy….it was madness. A slow, consuming kind of insanity that crawled under my skin and refused to leave.
I really didn't mind her talking to others. I wasn't that unreasonable. She could have conversations, laugh, exchange words….fine but sitting together, just the two of them…Eating, laughing and then leaning closer than necessary.
That wasn't just casual anymore….that looked like a date. A small, intimate, private moment.
And what hurt the most?
Theresa had never done that with me before.
