I shouldn't really blame her (although she's responsible as well) for the way things turned out, since he obviously found several others besides her to fuck behind my back, but that doesn't mean I like seeing her around. It just makes me hate this place even more, since I feel sick to my stomach whenever I see either of them out in public.
And lest you think my nickname for her is just my bitterness speaking, even -he- thought she had a horse-face, and that -is- how she makes her living. we can split hairs about whether dominatrixes are technically whores, but my feeling is, if your job description includes a part about men jerking off in your house or in your presence, that's prostitution. I guess I'm just old fashioned that way.
I know I should be over this by now, but I can't help but feel repulsed every time I glimpse one of them. Repulsed by her indifferent morals, repulsed by his lack of remorse for all the shit he put me through, and repulsed at myself for being stupid enough to not see him for the jerk he was in the first place.
I hate life right now. I can't leave this town soon enough.
