*sigh*
Well, after just thinking I'd gotten Heather completely out of my life, she finds a way to return. She found a box of my things that got transported to her apartment. Can't have that. So, she drove it all the way across the greater Houston area to drop it off. But, instead of just being her, she brought the new Emily up to the door of the house with her. Why? I mean, seriously. There was NO REASON for this girl to leave the car, except to try and get a glimpse of "the old Emily." Which she did. Bitch was standing staring in the window next to the door. Our eyes met. I really did not need to see this person in 3-D. However, I now know just how NOT attractive she is. Heather wanted to be invited in. At least Mom didn't do that. Heather said, "Where do you want me to put this?"--meaning the box. Mom motioned to a spot right inside the door. Heather put it down, didn't say hi to me or anything. I was sitting maybe 20 feet away on the couch trying ignore her the best I could. God, how completely insensitive. And how stupid of the new girl. I would have never intruded like that on her friends, and certainly not on her exes.
Why does this still hurt so much? And, of course, I happen to be watching Under the Tuscan Sun where Sandra Oh's lesbian character gets left by Kate Walsh, her girlfriend. Thanks, TV demons. I really needed that.
Why does this still hurt so much? And, of course, I happen to be watching Under the Tuscan Sun where Sandra Oh's lesbian character gets left by Kate Walsh, her girlfriend. Thanks, TV demons. I really needed that.