You lied to me. You lied to her. You've lied to damn near everyone who cared about you or for you. Hell, you'll be lying to your own daughter, if you tell her you love her.

You haven't got the faintest idea as to what love IS.

Bastard.

You can have your ring back. I don't even remember where the knife is... did I give it back already? Did I throw it away? Maybe I gave it to Caleb. I don't care.

Do you understand that? I've finally found someone I dislike so much that I don't CARE what happens to a knife, just because it reminds me of them.

Of you.

Bastard.

You hurt one of my best friends on the entire planet, someone whose ONLY fault was that she trusted you. You fucked her over, fucked me over, used us both, and now you're going on to use Rachel... who else do you have lined up waiting in the wings, you silver-tongue whore?

Oh, don't bother to answer any of these questions. I wouldn't believe you if you told me the sky was blue, if you told me Tuesday came after Monday, if you told me I was alive, or dead, or anything else for that matter.

"I love you", you said. To me. To her. To BOTH of us. And it turns out that no, you didn't love either of us.

You said it mattered. You said ~I~ mattered. Thank you for that, for making me just that much more distrusting, for reinforcing my self-hatred. Thank you for coming between one of the few people in the world I care about and myself. Thank you for reminding me just how much of a PRICK some men can be.

Oh, I gave you no vows. We didn't have a formal relationship.

I was... what was it? I believe you said "...a fucktoy..." but of no value as a friend, right?

Bastard.

Let me tell you this, before I start ignoring you completely, you pig-headed rude obnoxious slime-covered fly-infested selfish rakehell of a MALE...

...in another life, when we are both cats, I'll claw your fucking eyes out.

Don't you DARE hurt her again. Don't you DARE so much as speak to me again. Don't you DARE drag that poor little girl into this - yes, I can see that the only times you talk to her, play with her, are when you want something from her mother. Don't you DARE use her, or me, or Grr, or ANYONE ELSE.

Fuck off and DIE.

Bastard.

*mutters* ...another life, indeed...