>>33319401
I try. I really fucking do; but I can't.
I don't even really know, who I am to her.
Even the "I don't know how to react" line in
>>33316010 is a direct quote from
her with regards to the valentine's card, which I'd thought all these years had
got lost in the post. But no, she received it. She'd known since at least then.
I just can't imagine, what it must be like, to be living your life happily with
the person you love; and then the fucking school retard that you've known for
twenty years messages with the "hey, we need to talk" bullshit — like, what the hell, who the fuck are you, you weird-ass retard clown!
It is beyond the scope of my imagination, which pains me, because if I could,
I would also compensate and accommodate accordingly. Soften the blow as much as possible; præserve what good terms we do have.
But I tell you what: Comparing how it went to how I thought it would go,
that lass has some balls of steel — even with the deliberately red-line-crossing
bridge-burning comments I made, she just rolled with it.
And then the rest of the evening went really well, and we all had a good time.
Her replies, how she organised it all, and how she handled the talk itself,
all seem to suggest, that that wasn't her first rodeo. But it was mine.