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He died.  It’s true, he IS dead.  Confirmed by two phone calls and one text message.  The timing was strange...but I guess the timing is never right when somebody leaves this world.

Does this change anything?  After all, I didn’t know him...and three days prior, SHE sat in a room with THREE other people (my “friends”) lying about me, making false accusations and viciously ripping me to shreds.

Her seat was directly across from mine.  The high backed recliner suited her, as there was enough room on the arm of the chair to allow one of her minions to perch beside her, functioning as her spine. The haughty, privileged, bitchy way she smirked, while she attempted to belittle me, made me feel as though SHE THOUGHT she was sitting on the Iron Throne.  

I almost choked on my tears when I realized suddenly, how appropriate that was...as she bears a striking physical resemblance to Cersei Lannister. The same cold, soulless eyes, the same heartless expression on her face, the same slant of her upturned nose.  The only difference is that Cersai Lannister would never be caught dead wearing a cashmere sweater and pearls.

I should feel lucky I escaped the room with only a DAGGER driven deep between my shoulder blades.  I should feel lucky that their VERBAL ASSAULT merely crippled and defeated my spirit.  It could have been much worse.  I could have fallen prey to poison lipstick.

I am the only person in our group she never truly engaged.  She never cared to know the details of my life unless it was in the form of gossip.  People who gossip don’t realize how obvious they are.  I guess there’s a certain narcissism to gossiping.  Why would THEY ever be caught?  There’s  a part of me that thinks she really didn’t care if she WAS caught.

He died.  It’s true, he IS dead.  Confirmed by two phone calls and one text message.  Her husband died in an accident.

Does this change anything for me?  Does it change the way she treated me like the dirt under her shoes on a daily basis?  Does it make me feel sorry for her and want to reach out to her and comfort her?  Am I overwhelmed with grief for her?  Do I want to change my FB profile picture using a photograph of him doing something he loved, in a show of solidarity and support for her?

No.