Don’t be afraid to be the villain

Things are going really well with her. I think I’m actually starting to catch real feelings. The kind I haven’t felt in a long time. I’m genuinely excited about our future together. We’re building something solid, honest, stable, and grounded. No games, no second-guessing. Just mutual respect and clarity.

Meanwhile, across the road from her place, the circus continues. Old mate has officially moved her back in. She moved back in maybe 4 weeks ago now, which is fucking hilarious. She really thinks she can crawl back into that house and pretend the last few months never happened. Like she didn’t lie, cheat, and manipulate her way through everything. Pathetic doesn’t even cover it.

Apparently, I’m not the only one who sees it either. The amount of snakes in her circle is wild. People she actually trusts are the ones passing the truth along. Every time someone hears the full story, they end up saying the same thing. She’s a joke. And she doesn’t even realise they’re laughing.

What’s even funnier is I still have the photos she once proudly sent me from his bed. That won’t age well when the truth finally lands.

The best part? She genuinely believes this is over. That moving back in is some kind of reset button. But I’ve been quiet for a reason. Let her get comfortable. Let them both think they’ve escaped the consequences.

Because once they’re settled, once they’ve convinced themselves the past is forgotten…

You don’t get to do what you did to me and play happy little house around the corner from where I live. She belongs to the streets. She always fucking has.