I’ll be honest that night with your brother it was my fault, my flirting made him kiss me but I was stupid enough to kiss him back. It was so stupid and I’ve never felt so bad about anything in my life, I hate the fact that you mistrust me at times & you seem to think that I don’t want you, you are all I have ever wanted. I don’t want him, he doesn’t and wont ever make me feel the way you do. But in some senses you can’t blame me, you loved her while you told me the same & I still find that hard, more than hard. She has nothing that I don’t have. She wanted other men, not you. She doesn’t want her own children, the child that you had guilts about, the one that could be your brothers. You know she slept with him when she was with you. And yes even though what I did was disgusting that night it was only what you deserved at that time for saying something that you don’t mean.
