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Viola
I am angry. So angry. Angry with Rick, with myself, and with the whole damn world. Why does life have to be so complicated? I think I’m angriest with Rick. If I hadn’t met him at the club I would still have been there or maybe found some other nice guy and be jumping his bones right now.
What a waste.
Amber sends me a message. Is everything okay? Did you get lucky?
I answer, No. Don’t want to talk about it either.
She calls me anyway. I answer because I need to talk to someone anyway. I tell her the whole story and I can tell she’s genuinely sorry for me.
“At least he was honest enough to tell you,” Amber says. “Who knows where it would have led if he didn’t tell you and you developed feelings for him?”
“You’re right. Besides, it is partly my fault,” I admit.
When I end the call I feel better. I’m glad he told me and didn’t lie and le
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