Amidst the firestorm of flaming bullshit being shovel-fed to me since the other day, theres one more boat-load to add to the mix--and it comes from the most unexpected of places.

If it wasn't enough as to how betrayed I already feel, Edith brings the thunderbolt to break the camel's back.

She revealed to me that she still has her doubts whether or not the letter I sent Isabel was real or not. I thought at first she sincerely believed me and that maybe, just maybe her and I could make it through this.

I was terribly mistaken.

Four years... four fucking years and yet she still doubts--doubts me, my word, and my love.

If that wasn't bad enough she is listening to the foul-mouthed shit her family spews about me. She follows their shit like their speaking the gospel. All that shit about how much she loved me, me being the love of her life, her wanting to spend the rest of her life with me... lies. I can't believe I fell for that shit

somehow I feel I deserve it. I dont know why. But i do