Stranded in the City
Of course. I just knew he wouldn’t show up. It was a stupid plan anyway. It’s absolutely ridiculous that he was the one who made me go and get all the kid stuff. It’s not as if there were going to be many kids there anyway. They could have just played tag or something immature in the front garden while we talked and sipped wine. Well, coke for the teens I guess.
He never keeps his promises. Ever. Why did I think this time would be any different? He never cared about me in the first place. I found that out when I found him between bloody Alarna’s legs.
But no, I was stupid enough to agree to stay friends. Who the hell does that? Stays friends with idiot who cheated on you? Me, I guess.
And the result of my idiocy; I am here, in some disgusting back alley in the city, cluthching a hugely embarrassing bag of odd-looking balloons. No one to pick me up, I have no money, so I can’t catch a taxi home. Looks like I’ll have to walk with this humiliating bag 4km home.
He is so going to get it.