W still manages to confuse me. I practically gave her the golden key out of our M last night. I asked her if she and OM have ML, and if they did, if they used a condom. She said she didn't want to answer that. I said that it would be in her best interest to answer it, since it may be just what she needs to do to get what she wants. She still said she didn't want to answer.
To me, it would be the deal breaker if they ML without protection. Perhaps it may be an odd place for me to draw the line, but it is drawn, in concrete. I have had experiences that don't care to rehash, and W knows enough to realize that. Not to mention the fact that W & I always used a condom!
I am confused why she chooses not to answer the question, when she knows it could eliminate my desire to save M.
I am starting to go through an anger phase. I had a thought of OM from during our so-called friendship. All of the sudden, in the middle of the benign thought, Bob Dylan's Masters of War lyrics starting coursing through my head. I was as surprised at the intense thought as Bob was when he wrote the words. I honestly don't hope that OM dies and his death'll come soon. I honestly hope he lives a long and prosperous life, for the sake of his children. But the fact is, those thoughts are starting to circulate through my head. I suppose it is yet another step towards healing and moving on. My ugly thought pales in comparison tho the ugly actions of W & OM.
