That day I did some things I shouldn't have done and definitely not proud of, God was probably so disappointed. I blew up both their phones, saying whatever I could to stir a response. Well with her anyway. With him I knew his style, he would read everything that I wrote word for word but never respond. Instead, he would totally analyze it and think. Think so much that it would make him nuts. Never saying anything to me or even out loud but inside he would be screaming out in pain. I know that two wrongs don't make a right and revenge is a sin in Gods eyes but at that moment I didn't care. The hurt I had inside I can't even put into words and I wanted them to feel it too.