No Words.

I told him the truth about why I react how I react when I see him. I don't think he liked my answer very much. Probably because it involves a guy who's definitely not him. A guy who definitely didn't spend as much


time,



nor invested as much  $$ in nights out. Anyway, he was really upset with me when I told him the truth. The truth I knew he wouldn't favor, but I couldn't keep from him any longer. After all, he was asking. Can't say it was his right to know that I had moved on, but he had asked, and I couldn't flat out lie.

So when he wrote that I had no integrity, all I could do is gape at the screen in awe and confusion.


After telling the truth, I took the brunt of his anger and frustration head on, his words stampeding through my mind. An angry barrage of chaotic words and accusations. An attack on my value as a human being. I had given him the truth knowing full well this would be my reward.  As I shifted through his angry words, all I could only whisper my confused response:



                      I don't think he knows what the word integrity means. . .