Page 1 of You Again
Prologue
This couldn’t be happening.
Not to me.
My mind was stunned in disbelief at what I was seeing. My heart was searching for an explanation, while my mind was screaming that the explanation wasright there,staring me in the face.
I was standing on the sidewalk, wondering how everyone else could just be going on with their lives, while mine was shattering to pieces in front of them all.
Could they not see it?
Was it just me?
Was this some horrible nightmare I just needed to shake myself awake from?
I watched him wrap his arms around her and throw his head back, laughing towards the sky. Even from where I stood, I could hear that it was a genuinely happy sound. He looked back down at her and his smile spread across his entire face. I also noticed it reached his eyes.
When was the last time he laughed like that around me?
Nope.
No.
Hell, no.
My self-respect shoved my insecurities aside and reminded me that, if he were unhappy, he could have said something. If he no longer loved me, he could have just told me. However, he should have said something when hebeganto fall out of love with me, not after the fact. He could have communicated his doubts or concerns.
I stood on the sidewalk, feeling like an utter fool.
I thought we were happy.
I thought we were gettingmarried.
That’s when anger pushed self-respect aside and I walked up to the asshole and his floozy.
*****
This couldn’t be happening.
No to me.
This shit only happened in bad romantic comedies. This was the shit you heard happened, but never imagined it truly happened in real life.
But itwashappening.
I stood outside the bedroom door, my hand on the doorknob, white-knuckled, wondering how in the fuck something like this happens.
How did a person explain this type of crazy shit?
How did a person not see the signs of something like this coming?
Was I that blind?
Or was I just that stupid?
Had I been hoodwinked by perfectly styled blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes?
With a sickening dose of reality, I knew I’d been played for the fool when I heard theexact samemoans escape through the door that I’ve heard over, and over again this past year. There was no change up. It was almost as if they were scripted.
