I won't be in town to see this published. I fly back to BC Saturday, 7am...
I drove out here to Nova Scotia for you, piled all my belongings in a little red truck, quit my job, gave up my 20,000 scholarship... all for you. Because you gave me a ring and a promise.
NOW I find out about the seven (or more) others, and the STD and the lies... I was so shocked I fainted, convulsed, and vomited. I cannot stay with a compulsive liar and cheater; you have ruined my life.
We will no longer sit together on Sunday afternoons after surfing and read The Coast; you can do that on your own. I hate you, sir. —The baker girl