I'm perfectly willing to take STBXMRSSP's word for it -- it was a mistake, right from the get-go. Okee-dokee. Checked that box. Lesson's been learned. Got me some Themselves who I wouldn't trade for the world out of it. So tie it off, cut it out, pack it with QuickClot, and drive on.
Why am I so arrogantly confident, oldtimer, that she holds no key to my heart and that I'm not Not-Done?
Because when I hear from her -- and, since she returned to Coastal City a whopping 24 hours ago, I can say with confidence that I haven't had more than, oh, a dozen e-mails and a half-dozen demands from her (and all of them in that irritating post-coital tone of hers) -- I hear a Stranger, and a Stranger I instinctively know is someone I wouldn't like.
A Not Good Person.
D7 is so agitated that she's started sleepwalking; S10 doesn't "know what the point of living is" in the wake of what his mother has done.
That is her gift to the family, for the sake of a couple nights' sweaty thrills with a man she no longer speaks to.
That is who she is. She is No Good At All. And frankly I'm starting to think she actually saved my life with this whole D thing.
