*Disclaimer* For those who take things too seriously. What I'm about to write is fiction.
If your looking for a story to make you feel better, or cheer you up; this isn't it. If you like the protagonist to be self-sacrificing, self-reliant, witty with all her ducks in a row; well that isn't me. If you like books where the girl falls in love with the boy and they learn to work as a "unit" and come to appreciate each other's differences, then you should go find a romance novel.
What I'm trying to tell you is that you should stop reading immediately and go find something else to do. Go fix that door thats been squeaking for six months, go mow the grass, go wash some laundry. Because this is nothing more than the story of how I came to hate who I am.
You will not like me by the time you read the last word, in fact this may be the last time you like me at all; if you like me in the least. So really, you should stop reading. Because what I'm about to explain to you? It'll make you want to set fire to your computer. If your the type of person who believes everyone deserves a second chance no matter how horrible the something they did, because its the type of thing Jesus might do, what I'm going to tell you will have you thinking Jesus didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. So this is your last chance to stop reading, and I don't know, trick some other poor bastard into reading it; at least you'd get a little entertainment out of this piece of crap. No? Alright then.
This is the story of how I single handedly destroyed the one person I cared most for, and then walked away. How did I do that? It was insanely easy. I had a five year affair with my best friends husband. I'll save the worst of it for later since your apparently invested in this masochistic crap shoot.
