I wonder why do people start a blog if they don’t want everyone to see it. It’s like “I want to be read by everybody but those involved”, talking behind backs, ugh!
Or why do others start to write but censor themselves. You choose to make something public but only what you think would put you in a good light or what?
What’s to hide? Ok, if you do something illegal you don’t post it publicly because you may be in trouble, but anything else…? Anything anybody might want to know…
It‘s extremely well written and very “real”; it strikes me as exactly how mankind would develop, given the chance. You have all the filth, meaningless hurting of others, scheming, lying, deceit and downright evilness that humans are capable of. So I hate it! I know all those things; don’t need to also read about them!
Rating: 7/10
Lovely, she admits it was her mistake but I’m still the one she punishes.
At least she found out an important part of the truth behind the “act”. A part I had suspected from the start, but who’d believe me. I think she still has things to find out, anyway. But if I try to find out exactly what happened afterwards and what her decision was, it’s like talking to a brick wall. Either way, from what she (doesn’t) say, I can assume she decided the same thing I would have in that situation. That doesn’t make it a good decision, on the contrary, look where I ended up. But it’s fully understandable.
I wonder how she’ll react to finding out other parts of the truth… Though this was probably the most shocking one for her.
In the end I’m still the one she turns to when she needs somebody, but otherwise stays with him and I don’t matter… Yeah… And I’m still the scapegoat when she needs somebody to aim her anger and deception at.
Eh, it was a step. And all I want is for her to know the whole truth, bit by bit, live through this high as well as she can, and have all the facts to think things through when she’ll be able to think. Nothing else.
For those who don’t get anything… Not for you…
Says she was watching my blog since she left, that she was certain I’ll want to write about what she did to me. I only thought to do it 2 days ago.
She noticed I had passworded it, because I was just planning to write for myself and those who already know the story. Thought nobody was checking this anymore. Says she doesn’t want her name, his name or the name of our common friend written here so people won’t catch on, but that this shouldn’t stop me from writing the names if I really want to. Well, she might not do the same for me, but if she asks something of me, I’ll do it, even now. Always been like that, but apparently that wasn’t enough…
Heh… If I’ll decide to write, I’ll write… No names. But that’s still a huge “if”.
