I play the sweet, unassuming bitch role pretty well. I had done it with most every guy I ever dated. They all created some fake version of me in their minds which enabled me to use them over and over again. I guess I'm really good at recycling. Once a guy had dumped me, or cheated, I would take them back, have them fix my stereo, life, whatever, and then dump them when they were least expecting it.
This soul recycling continued until I met my match. Brandon was a true piece of shit. He was better at this game of heart wrenching than I was, and he was definitely more patient. I was small scale compared to his life ruining schemes. He waited a year to reveal his true intentions. Read any domestic violence pamphlet and you have read the story of Brandon and me. Great at first, helps a gal in need, starts denying sex, starts putting her down... blah blah blah. My dumbass put up with this shit for 7 year.
These evil type of men search for women like me: slightly heart broken, a challenge to break, like a wild mustang, beautiful and powerful in the wild, but once captured is reduced to nothing but a show pony stuck in a stable for people to gawk at when in captivity. He made me feel worthless, and crazy. His reigns on me were tight. He made my friends and family think I was worthless and crazy. He fucked me up badly mentally and physically. But, the tale of betrayal is not about him, this story is about her.
I always knew Brandon had cheated on me. His pill addiction was obvious, his drunken rages over nothing were a telltale. What I didn't realize was how close it was to home.
Margot was the bitch that hooked me up with him. I remember her and Allen telling me how I should "date a guy that is like me". He wasn't even my type, and believe me, I have a type. Allen introduced me to Margot. We hit it off instantly. We were both instigating bitches who seemed to have each others best interest in mind. This bitch had me fooled for over a decade. Allen was also fooled. He was so nice and understanding, probably because he was 20 years her senior and didn't give a fuck. I still can't believe how many times she came home crying because she "accidentally" cheated on him.
Give me a break you stupid fucking bitch.
I really should have seen it. Brandon would talk so much shit about her. They worked together in close quarters. She got him doped up, sent him home to beat me, and then ignored my pleads for help.
Margot was a great friend. Such a good friend, that years after I had left Brandon and that stupid town, I drove home to a place I hated to help her bury her now separated dead husband.
Did I mention he died of an overdose while living at Brandon's house?
