With every email from Sara my heart beats faster and my mind plans a little more detail of the last chapter. The unexpected. I shouldn’t but I can’t stop it. Her abuse towards me for that many years has left me with a level of internal hatred for her of biblical proportions. It’s overwhelming.
She speaks lies so smoothly they’re unquestionably believable and all it does it fuel that internal fire. If she were gone or I was gone I would live a life of peace. Every moment she breathes the same air as I, is a moment of my life that’s poisoned. I cannot be rid of her no matter how hard I try. Perhaps I haven’t tried hard enough yet…..