It hit me. All of a sudden, I felt like an intruder. This was your house
No shit Sherlock.
I want you to know that I noticed all this and admired you silently for your ability to stay calm and composed, wiping tears with the end of your sleeve. I want you to know that the glance you threw at me hurt like a dart
A dart ? Oh woe is her. Let her try being the kids that emerge, alongside the betrayed spouse, from the rubble of their torpedoed, formerly happy enough home and then see if she still feels the need to emote about poxy superficial darts.
Fuck her.
May her pen dry up and all her bytes be corrupted, so I never have to read any of her self indulgent drivel ever again.