vanuslux

Picking At Scabs

Daniel...he's dead. His memory is always with me though. That doesn't, however, mean that I want to talk about them with his ex. Especially not a particularly mental one that I haven't had contact with since shortly after they broke up over a half decade ago that just found out about his passing and decides to hunt me down to basically do little more than speak ill of him and his family. That's not to say Daniel didn't well deserve a fair dose of Nikki's scorn, but for fuck's sake...he's dead. Dead. My best friend of 11 years is ash in the winds winding through the Appalachians and all this girl can do is talk about how hard he was to be in a relationship with...and how she only stayed the last year because she feared for the lives of her friends. Which is kind of odd given that the last year they were together Daniel wanted nothing more than to break up with her and she'd come crying to me about it and blame my being poly for Daniel wanting to see other people just like she blamed him smoking on me and pretty much everything else under the sun.

I didn't argue with her though. There wouldn't have been much point. I just kind of nodded my head and listened, letting her get it out of her system so that maybe she could have some sort of closure and move on with her life. She wasn't entirely wrong anyway. Just heavily slanted and very probably embellished. I know Daniel did some fucked up things and I make no apologies for some of his reprehensible behavior, but I don't believe for an instant that his mother Sue left death threats on her answering machine. Daniel, I could believe. Sue...that's a stretch and one coming from a girl I've seen talk to the voices no one else can hear. When she was done, she wished me well and told me I wouldn't hear from her again. I resisted the temptation to say "Thank God".