1-My sincere wishes

Morgan

I stared at the bitch in front of me, wondering what the hell possessed her to come knocking on my door. Honestly, I want her to disappear along with my asshole ex-boyfriend. Just seeing her face makes me remember all the pain and humiliation I felt when I saw them together, happily having sex in the bed we shared, they didn't even look guilty when they were caught, that bastard just looked at me and smiled as if it was no big deal. While I shouted at them both and grabbed and threw at them all the heavy things I saw in front of me, he calmly dodged, fortunately, his luck was short-lived when the bitch tripped over something and fell on him, I took advantage of this moment and hit him over the head with a heavy vase that was right next to me, he fainted immediately and I took advantage of this moment and grabbed her hair tightly, I punched and slapped her, all while shouting furiously how much I hated them both and wanted them to fuck off. When I finished, she was lying on the floor almost unconscious and the bastard had a cut on his head. I gathered my things and before I left, I warned them vehemently that if the police were involved, I was going to tell them everything about the drugs I'd found and other things I knew. Now, months later, this bitch turns up on my doorstep and thinks everything is fine when I don't want to see her face ever again.

- What are you doing here, Margaret? - I ask, using her baptismal name, which she has always hated.

- Can I come in? - she asks.

- No. I said I never wanted to see your face again and I was serious about it, it sounds like you want me to break your nose. - I grumble, making it clear how I feel about her visit.

She sighs and rolls her eyes, as if she can't believe my words.

- I thought you'd be less spiteful after so many months. - she mumbles.

- And I thought you liked keeping a straight face. - I retort.

That sets her back a little, but not enough for me to close the door and forget I saw her.

- Well, I'm here on a peace mission. - she says.

- Whatever it is, I don't want it. - I say.

- Morgan, don't be so spiteful. I helped you, look, you've even lost a few pounds since then. - He gestures towards my body and my baggy old shirt.

That bitch.

I should hit her in the face and throw her down the stairs, it wouldn't be difficult to do that, but I don't want any more problems in my life, things are difficult and tiring enough as it is.

- What I do with my body is not of interest to you, but I feel obliged to explain something important here. I didn't lose weight because of any “help” you gave me, I had an accident and I'm still recovering and I swear to God, Margaret, if you keep testing me, I'm going to throw you down the stairs. - I threaten openly.

I don't have much patience left and I just want to lie down.

- Say what you like, I only came here because I wanted to give you this, and I wanted you to know that I want us to be friends again, to put the past behind us and go back to the way things were. - He held out an envelope.

I took it with some trepidation and opened it, feeling a new wave of fury surge through my body. She'd come all this way to talk a lot of nonsense and hand me the invitation to her wedding, to the asshole I was dating before they both cheated on me.

- Are you serious? - I shook the damn paper and glared at him angrily.

- Yes, come to our wedding, I want you to wish us happiness. - she says as if it's the easiest thing in the world.

How dare she?

Does she think she can ask for such a thing after the way she betrayed me?

That bitch...

- Listen, you bitch, I'll wish you both nothing but misery, I'm a spiteful person and I don't mind making my views clear, now get out of my face before I stick my shoe up your ass. - I smile creepily.

My words seem to have finally entered her little brain, because Margaret had an expression that was a mixture of disgust and fear and seeing that was slightly satisfying.

I'd love to do more than just threaten, but this has gone on long enough and I just want to lie down and rest.

- You're crazy. - he grumbles and walks away.

That made me laugh sarcastically.

- I'm glad you realized. Go away and marry that cheating piece of trash, you two make a great couple, and before I forget, my sincerest wishes to you both, I hope he never gets an erection again and that you love him madly and can't do anything while he goes out and drinks like the bastard he is. Goodbye! - I smiled and waved as she went down the stairs swearing at me.

Although tiring, it made me feel better for the time being, it's just a shame that this feeling won't last.

I curled up in a fetal position and when the bad feelings started to return, the first thing I thought of was the distorted consideration that the two of them had shown me on many occasions, and as if it wasn't enough that they had betrayed me like that, months later, the woman who had been my friend in the past shows up and pretends that nothing happened, acts as if she had done me a big favor by sleeping with my old boyfriend and even invites me to their wedding. It's really ridiculous to hear, but it filled me with so much pain and resentment, and again I felt like a failure, for a brief moment, I thought that if none of this had happened, it could have been me in her place, the decorated envelope could have been the invitation to my wedding, unfortunately, my life continues to be one failure after another, but how I wanted to change this fate, with all my strength, I wanted it to be different, but I don't know if I can anymore, I think I'm exhausted.

I closed my eyes tightly and imagined, just for a moment, what my life would be like if I were married to a handsome man who loves me, protects me and would never leave me. I imagined myself in the place of the princesses and fervently wished that my happily ever after existed somewhere and that I would be able to reach it at some point.