There is only one event in my life that I can compare to what I'm feeling right now; the moment I caught my Mom red handed with my boyfriend's best friend.
The betrayal, the hurt, the pure rage that flows through me.
I lean against the wall in attempt to hold myself from sinking to my feet. I'm feeling dizzy all over again and I want to howl.
He loves her
He loves her. I know that. I always knew that. Then why the hell am I feeling like he is pushing a dagger into my soul? Like he is cheating on me?
He is obviously not cheating on me. We are not dating, we are not together at all. I have no claim whatsoever on him. We have a deal, that I walk down the aisle for him tomorrow and he will give me the cash needed for my mom's bills.
That was the agreement; that's what I should have
