Blame

“I blame Zander for what has come of my life,” Suzanne whispered into the phone. As I listened to everything Suzanne had to say about Zander, I wonder if she had taken drugs before she called. She had been clean and sober for several months, but now her words were jumbled and slurred. Usually if she was on something, she would eventually come out and tell me exactly what she had done. But that was if I was patient enough to let her talk long enough. This time I knew I needed to know what was going on due to the fact she had been doing so well for so long. 

The longer Suzanne talked, it became clear anything that had happened centered around Zander and the fact he had apparently just broken up with her. The fact they had broken up was more than a little surprise. It was a bombshell. The longer I waited for Suzanne to tell me exactly what happened, I felt my rage build and it was completely focused on Zander. Before Suzanne was done, I started to plot how exactly I would get him back. How exactly I could and would ruin his reputation. When the doorbell rang, I should have trusted my gut and listened to Suzanne for her entire monologue, but I wasn’t paying close enough attention to my gut. But when I answered and found Zander waiting with a bottle of wine and flowers, my rage immediately overflowed.