The Chat

I think this might be my first story told with all dialogue.  I managed most before, but not quite.

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“She only fucks the people she hates.”

“Didn’t she fuck you?  Why would she fuck someone she has no interest in?”

“I didn’t say she wasn’t interested.  It’s how she gets back at people.  I think that gives her more pleasure than orgasm.”

“Revenge is a dish best served hot and sweaty.”

“Exactly.”

“Was it like a one-night-stand then?”

“No, we dated for six months.”

“That I can’t understand.  Six months!?  That’s pretty elaborate for revenge on her part.”

“You can do a lot more damage when you’re close to someone.”

“So, she tortured you for six months and you stayed with her?”

“No, she was peaceful for the first four.  It’s how she led me on.  I hadn’t seen it coming.”

“What did she do?”

“She started sleeping around.  She didn’t keep it a secret either.  Well, she did to an extent but she wanted me to find her out.”

“How’d she manage that?”

“I found clothes that weren’t hers; shirts, pants, even underwear.  It wasn’t just lying on my bed, but simple enough to see in the hamper or stuffed in a closet.”

“You must have flipped.”

“You know, I didn’t.  I understood relationships weren’t perfect and held out hope we could still work things out.”

“That was mature of you.”

“To an extent, I guess.  More naïve it turned out.  It wasn’t long before I caught her at it.  I came home after work and she was cock-deep, moaning with some other guy.”

“Fuck.  And this was after four months?  Can’t believe you stayed another two.”

“I can’t either.  But I did.  I really tried to win her over; took her to concerts, restaurants, everything I could think of.”

“Nothing got better?”

“Only worse.  I caught her with more men.  She didn’t even make excuses.”

“Were you two still sleeping together?”

“Unfortunately, yes.  I knew it was dangerous with all the other guys she was with, but just like with the concerts I thought I could satisfy her working harder.”

“That’s terrible.  I really feel for you.  What finally made you break it off?”

“The day I finally realized how absurd it was.  I was online researching vacation packages, thinking we could use a nice getaway to smooth things over when it hit me.  Nothing in the relationship was worth saving and I deserved better.”

“How’d she take that?”

“I never figured out.  I just packed up and left.”

“I bet that hurt her.”

“I bet it didn’t.  She never loved me.  I doubt she can love anyone.”

“So you aren’t coming to the wedding?”

“What wedding?  Don’t tell me someone’s falling for her game again.”

“As a matter-of-fact I am.  And you’re right about everything.  She was in a bad place but she’s better now.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I don’t think you know the realization she had when you left.  It might not seem like it but subconsciously she was reaching out.”

“Really now?”

“She didn’t come from the best background.  She wanted you to be jealous.  It was how her mom had always done things growing up.”

“And she opened up to you about all this?”

“No, I confronted her.  I kicked the guy’s ass and almost hit her too.  Luckily, I stopped myself before things got out of hand.”

“It sure doesn’t sound like she had a realization when I left.”

“I think she did.  Otherwise, she would have never told me the things she did.  I’d never seen a girl cry so much, look so helpless.”

“I wish I could pity her; I really do.”

“She didn’t expect you to and neither do I.  I just want you to see how far she’s come and try taking the first step toward forgiveness.  It would mean a lot to her if you two could end up friends someday.  You walking out, ultimately, did a great deal for her.”

“So, I guess I’d be an usher or something at this wedding… if I went?”

“Best man if you want it.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Well, it looks like we won’t have one then.  She’s determined it’s you or nothing.”

“I guess I’ll have to then.”

“Great.  Thanks for doing this.”

“I’m still hurt and a little angry but I’m glad she moved on and found a way to be happy; maybe there’s hope for me too.”

“There’s always bridesmaids.”