I have always thought that the year ruined me. But the idea came to me this morning, out of the blue that maybe what it really did was set me free. Maybe the life it really ruined and sent down a path of no return, was hers. All my secrets being exposed by her hurt many people. it made me re-evaluate my life and left me completely alone, abandoned by anyone i had ever called a friend. She went on to have years of perfect pictures, she also fucked up a few more peoples lives, she worked her way into the heart of the one i loved the most. I often felt that she won. That she never suffered for what she had done and that she got away with all her sins, all the the ones i knew about but kept to myself. But the truth is, her sins and lies will continue to eat her alive. And now, i have none. perhaps i owe her a thank you, for her attempt at ruining my life may have saved it. Pushing me out of town was, well, the unclean, break that i needed to start my life over. its been 8 years, i still feel the shame like it was yesterday. it haunts me every damn day. Maybe its time to let go.