Day 74

Bleeding Love

Funny how as much as you want to forget someone, they always remember you or something reminds you of them. It had been two months and 25 lbs ago that I managed to escape a terrible relationship. He was a jealous man, always suspicious of all my actions. At first it was endearing, thinking it was the strength of his love. But it turned to accusations of cheating and sleeping around. Everything I did had a motive to him, something I couldn’t handle anymore. He loved me, there was denying it, but he wanted only me to himself.

I ran into him the other day, his arm around another woman’s waist. How quickly some people can just move on.

“Caroline, you look good,” he said waving me down.

“Oh, Bruce. You too.” Not.

“How are things,” he had the gall to ask.

“Fine, just fine.” I looked over at the woman. “This is?”

“Candy,” he said. She smiled. “We meet a few days ago.”

“That’s good,” I grinned, hiding my rage. “Well, I have to get going, errands and things.”

“Yeah? Well, nice seeing you.” He said.

I moved as fast as I could without running. Really? Candy? Did you pick her up from a strip club? Whatever, he can have her. I can do so much better. I just have to find him.