“You should learn to hate me…It’s a whole lot easier.”
And with that, she stormed out my front door, and my life. I wasn’t sure what bothered me more: that she cheated, walked out on me, or that she parted with such a great line.
If these were to be her last words they were damned good, and better than anything that was coming to my mind at that moment. All I could do was shut the door, sit down, take a drink and let those words echo through my head and ring in my ears.
Words I would one day learn to be sound advice—words I would one day learn to be true.