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Bullshit-Personal Narrative

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“Bullshit. That is the biggest line—you just don’t want to accept responsibility, and I totally get that. But I have to accept it and so do you. You don’t just get to opt out—“
“I heard you. Next door. I heard your obnoxious laugh through the walls of that cheap motel and you were next door.”
“You’re a liar—“
“We’ll get a paternity test, then.” I had to stop myself—I had to push away the image of what she had done that night. I couldn’t deny that I had seen a lot in my life—too much by most people’s standards. But that—what I had seen of her… It took a lot to disgust me, and what I had seen was more than even I could process.
“I knew you were going to do this. I knew the second you found her you’d dump me. You’d choose her over me. And it isn’t …show more content…

I closed my eyes, trying to force my own smile away. There was nothing funny about what had actually happened that night, but she didn’t have to know all of it. She didn’t have to know what was going on in that room next door. She definitely didn’t need to know about how she had asked me to join them. And the memory of what I had seen her doing made me sick to my stomach again, and I had to force the bile back down before I vomited.
I finally turned to her. “You were with another guy. Next door. I heard you through the wall and I went over there and brought you back to our room. I picked you up and took you out of the room. That’s it. That’s all that happened—you were with another guy and it didn’t seem like the best situation. They—I mean he—wasn’t thrilled that I interrupted your fun. But it seemed like you were in trouble, so I did. Interrupt, I mean.”
The look that came over her face was inexplicable. Some combination of horror, panic and terror filled her eyes. Her voice dropped to something barely above a whisper—barely audible through the cracking. “No.”
“I’m sorry. I did pass out that night and I should have never left you alone. …show more content…

I understand. And I’m not mad.” That was a lie, but it would have to do for now. “I just really need to know what you said to him. What he said to you.”
She nodded, gulping down her sobs. “I told him that you were coming to Vegas with Jenna. I told him that you called me and asked me to help you. I told him what a bastard you were for asking me to help you when I was pregnant with your baby and that it didn’t matter if you were still in love with her.” She sniffled. “I told him I wanted her gone. For good this time. And I told him I wanted it to hurt you. I wanted you to hurt so bad that you wouldn’t have any choice but to be with me.”
My hands clenched into fists again and I cracked my knuckles. I had to force my lips not to curl into a sneer at her words. Of course she would want to hurt me—I had done that to myself, letting her believe—at least on some level—that the child she was carrying was mine. But the knowledge that she had so much hatred for Jen—it was something I could hardly bear.
I slammed my fist into my thigh, pounding it again and again until the rage inside of me abated a little. When I was finally able to speak, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hear the answer to the question. “What did he

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