Liz was quiet on the other line as I poured out my troubles to her. She gave the occasional, “Mmhmn,” and “Ah. I see..”
I knew if anyone could help me, it was Liz. I hadn’t known her long, but I already trusted her with my life. What would I do without her. I finished with an “And I just don’t know what to do; Liz, I’m committing suicide. I just can’t do this anymore!”
“Lacey, you need to calm down! But all I really have to ask is this. Does he make you happy?”
“John?”
“No, Santa Clause. Yes John, you moron!”
I laughed. “Yea, he makes me happy. Kinda. But like..” I paused, knowing she was waiting for me to speak.
“With James, everything felt right. But with John, it feels wrong. It makes me..crave James. And I really don’t think that’s supposed to happen!”
“Lacey, do what you feel is right. But you want to know what I think? I think you’re doing this to get back at James. Because you’re hurt, and you want to hurt James. You need to tell John!”
She was right.
I told you she knew how to fix this.