My so called "boyfriend" or what the hell ever decided it would be okay to talk to a girl who was supposed to be my friend. Boy oh boy is women's intuition a gift and a fucking curse! I knew something was up because a) he talks too damn much. I listen to everything and pick up on the slightest of foul shit and b) her ass was acting different. I honestly hope they both die in a fire..started by me preferably. To make matters worse pretty damn sure I had a miscarriage! WOW! could life be any grander? 🙃