Reading some of that stuff was like reliving it again, and it hit me hard. It was like being back there again, only now he was here with me, watching my reaction, seeing the pain that I was trying so hard to hide. “I’m sorry I did this to you.” The pain in his voice made my heart ache. I was past wanting him to hurt, I just wanted to put it all behind me, but there was so much to deal with that sometimes it seemed like it would take a lifetime for the wound to heal.
To make matters worse, Janie didn’t seem to have any remorse if the things she’d said tonight were any indication, and for some reason, that really got under my skin. I don’t know what I expected, and I guess it’s a testament to the kind of person I am, but shouldn’t she feel some sort of guilt?