Dane has me feeling all kinds of stupid and weird and regretting how harsh I have been. I hate how he does this to me, pulling me in circles and making me feel guilty and sorry for shit when he behaves just as stupidly. We fight, we hate, and then he always does something to pull me back again. Round and round we go.
“Don’t tell Elisa what was said. She’s sensitive and already has a hard time making friends with anyone at school. If she knew….” It comes out in a wobbling and emotional pitch, my heart aching, and I feel tearful and desolate. I feel dumb and clueless.
“I know… why do you think I haven’t been able to talk to her. I have no excuses for behaving that way other than …you posted a pretty picture at a party, and I didn’t like it. … It makes me sound possessive and crazy. A walking red flag no girl should be around.”