Part 130 · ~1 min read

Life goes on…

And I wonder how someone like Mario can still attract interest from people like Sonya, who has taken her own life because of him rejecting her. I don’t know how I would feel if I were in his shoes, but I know I could not live in peace with myself for the rest of my days. Instead, he came here on Sunday and abused me, verbally, of course, because I was trying to take Simona away from him. She was meant to stay with me, in my apartment, instead she decided to stay longer and left yesterday morning. She didn’t want to see Mario; she feared seeing him. She didn’t say that, but it was obvious that she was shocked by this story and this monster.

He told me that I was backstabbing him, trying to put Simona off, badmouthing him. Frankly, if there is someone who could say a thing or two about him to make him appear a bit human, this is me. But he is like that. So now the situation is that he will write to Simona and ask her to move in with him.

I haven’t spoken to Simona even though she is down, and I want to leave her in peace.

Yesterday, I went to the cemetery, and there was a big bunch of flowers with a big “Sorry, Forgive me” written on it. I am sure Mario will spend a fortune for the rest of his life now to make up for his consciousness, if he has one.

Anyway, I got flu and it’s better I go to bed now. Cheers!