Sure, in the beginning I’d been upset, but to tell you the truth, only for about five minutes. I couldn’t see the point in wasting tears on someone who was not only a cunt, but a disgusting human being.
At first he’d been charming. My coworkers and friends had warned me about him.
“He fucks everything.”
“He’s a sex addict.”
I’d put it down to jealousy.
There’d been signs all the way along but I had either ignored them or made excuses.
“He has a lot of issues,” I’d told my friends.
I didn’t realise that those issues involved being a narcissist and a control freak who used sex to dominate and manipulate women. Oh, not to mention his ability to blame others for all his problems and never take responsibility. He was a real piece of work.
But all that had changed when I got sick. That was when I realised that despite feeling like crap, it truly was a blessing in disguise.
Sometimes you needed a reality check and that was mine.
Goodbye Felix I thought. You’re a fucked a piece of shit.