I feel like crap. I don't like to intervene in people's relationships--but I did. I don't know why I told her what I knew. If I would have known that it was going to cause her this much pain, I wouldn't have told her. I mean, I knew it was going to hurt, but I thought that if I told her now--instead of letting her find out the hard way--then the mishap could be expected and it wouldn't hurt as bad. Now I'm caught in a mist of pain--mostly a thunderstorm of my friend's tears and the weatherman said it wouldn't be a sun in the sky for about another week. I guess it is true what they say--"what you don't know, won't hurt you."
Ursella and Greg have been together off and on for two and a half years. They probably would still be to together had it not been for my big mouth. The relationship could be better described as a rollercoaster ride. But this rollercoaster ride had more loops and twists than the Batman ride at Six Flags.
I don't know exactly when the ride started to go down hill, but I do know that what goes up must eventually come down. Maybe if I would have not tried to predict the twists and turns of the ride, I would have enjoyed the ride better. Instead, there I was, counting the seconds before the cart took another fatal whirl and shot me into another direction. Now of course Ursella and Greg were enjoying the ride, and so was our other friends, Natalie and Onesha, but I, on the other hand, was about to gag. This rollercoaster was going too fast and I wanted to get off.