CHAPTER SEVENTY
The constriction in my chest is real. I looked around me. Once again, I was in a bar. No, I wasn’t drowning my sorrows in the amber liquid swirling in my glass right about now. I was tempted to though. I was finally coming into terms with reality. I was accepting the pain and anger and the betrayal. Strangely enough, I wasn’t mad at Benoit for leading me on and then turning around like that. But I was obviously mad at him for making me feel these intense emotions about him. Call that two heartbreaks at the same time. I was not going to lie and say that I hadn’t blamed myself for all this though. I mean, could I have been the problem? My parents weren’t exactly top notch and had a really great way of making me feel bad about being born. Pretty pathetic isn’t it? Then came m
