Whatever.
Me: I just wanted to tell you I’m safe. Please let Emma know,too.
Stacy: What are you going to do,love?
Me: I’ll figure it out in the morning. But for now, I just want to sleep. I’m turning my phone off. I don’t want him to keep calling me. I’ll call you tomorrow. Loveya.
Stacy: Love ya,too.
* * *
Sleepingwith a broken heart is entirely pointless. I hardly recommend tryingit.
I force myself out of bed, and once I’m in the bathroom, wipe my eyes free of tears, only to make room formore.
How could he do this tome?
I practically poured my fucking soul out to him—shared how hurt I was. He ate it up and tricked me into falling in love with him so he could reel me into some fake,I got to keep my inheritance,marriage.
It’s true. The beautiful ones hurt you every singletime.
But nomore.
This is the last time I ever waste lovinganyone.
