… and the devil has hidden itself. In it’s darkly decorated home, with grey walls and grey carpets and a devotion to the goth look at just approaching 60. The black hair dye as beguiling as tattoos on old wrinkly skin.
She hasn’t spoken to us for nearly two weeks now. This person of high opinions and vicious words. This person that told us she was so good at so many things.
Everything but reality that is.
What we said was simply explanatory and without malice but we were met with stony silence.
I want to shake the woman. Point out the ways she has bullied my friend. Said unimaginable things to her and somehow expected never to be found out. That insidiously she could keep it up. But she was growing in confidence of her manipulation. She was starting to get a little bit shitty with me when I’d had a little more wine. Her little façade of good neighbour was starting to fall apart.
Anyhow, just remove toxic people from your life. Just basically call them on it and they will run for their lives and slide back under their stinky, black little stones.
