Living together

After dinner last week, it was decided that we would move in together, the three of us, to my apartment. Simona, Mario, and I will stay for some time at my place so that Simona can decide who will be her boyfriend, between Mario and me. I like the challenge, and I am sure I will be the winner.

It's been a few days since we've lived together, and I quite like it, I must say. I am enjoying Simona, especially at Mario's expense. He is annoyed by this whole situation. He never thought he would end up competing with me.

I feel I am getting my revenge towards Bonnie, and before the new year, she will be completely out of my mind! Bitch!

Let's see how it ends up, this story.

Have a lovely Sunday.

Oh, by the way, bloody Mario can snore!

But what I don't write here is the truth: I'm enjoying watching Mario suffer. I'm enjoying the power of knowing that he can see something is wrong but doesn't understand what. I'm orchestrating a love triangle that isn't really about Simona at all. It's about making Mario feel the way I've felt for ten years—completely outside the circle of affection, unable to participate, forced to watch.

By Christmas, when the truth comes out, Mario is going to be devastated in a way he's never been before.

That's the point.