Thanks be to EBT.
I'm somewhere between wanting to beat the shit out of you and wanting to curl up and cry.
I can't believe you, but I can. I'm offended, but I'm not.
Because the Angela from a year ago ‒ the one who had put her feelings aside, who put her friend's happiness first, who was what every best friend should be ‒ would never have been accused of something like this.
But now…
Now there's every reason to have my character questioned.
"Fuck you, asshole!"
I stop myself from really losing it. This is getting us nowhere, and I don't need to explain myself to you.
"You know what? I'm not doing this. You're acting like a jealous asshole when your girlfriend's outside taking care of your little sister and her date, because you punched him."
"Better him than Ben."