XXVII.
Jess
I was sobbing so hard. I didn’t know what to feel. My heart’s tired, my brain’s exhausted. I feel empty as I try to convince myself she won’t come back anymore. What did I do to us? I thought she’d understand. Since that day at the coffee shop, when I met Jess and told her about it, she was acting weird. Overreacting. Overprotective. I find it sweet. But it was over the top and harsh. She started cursing. I tried to control her. She started hurting me. Why did I choose him? Or did I? Maybe I choose myself… How did I keep this from my family and Jess this long? My mother came. I told her about Al. She tried her best to ease the pain. It didn’t help.
