Dissecting.

[fleeingthescene]

I sat there listening to you two fucking in the shower last night. Sure, I was a little jealous. I would have loved to have joined and been a part of all the things you were planning. You wanted me to be. But I just couldn't bring myself to get past all of the mean, nasty, almost unnecessary things you said to me that night. And I was instantly disinterested in the situation at hand. Because what hurts the most is that you never even apologized. And I don't think that you ever will.

And you told me that night that you were going to stop doing it. It's been twice since then. Liar.