I really didn't begrudge him meeting someone nice -- hell, he deserved that -- I just couldn't believe it was Stacy.I really didn't begrudge him meeting someone nice -- hell, he deserved that -- I just couldn't believe it was Stacy. My Stacy! Of all the women in the world! How could he do that to me? I hated him for what he was doing and would never forgive him. And her? What could she possibly see in him? How could she go out with him and tell me not to write or call her? Bitch! They had only been dating a few weeks, I thought, maybe it would soon end when they discovered they didn't have much in common. I didn't sleep well that night. And it didn't get any better over the next several nights, either. ...The music plays you take his hand I watch how you touch him as you start to dance And I wish I were blind When I see you with your man. ("I Wish I Were Blind") Much to my discomfort, we had Thanksgiving dinner at Stacy's apartment. |