Last night the Capt. stopped by and
everything was said, then we had sex., both the conversation and the sex were
cathartic; I was glad to return to our old shenanigans. He is a funny and
ridiculous person, while at the same time being a lying, cheating snake. He
confessed that I pushed him into the arms of this other woman due to my
alcoholic bulimia—which he triggered. Every night. Not to blame him, but he was
part of it. He said it confused him. I called him a coward and replied that a
real man would have just ended it clean. He thought that would have made me
sicker—all the while not knowing, because he’s stupid, that it was the
indifference towards the relationship what destroyed me the most. That was that
for talking.
The sex was vengeful, selfish, calculated
and sweaty—all on my part. I couldn’t care less about his. I wanted him to
cheat on the woman with whom he used to cheat on me. Hell hath no fury, indeed.