Your Ex Used Her Depression to Break Us

I cried until late at night and fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

The next morning, I was awakened by the rapid banging on the door.

"Open the door! Come on, open the door! Sherry, it's way too late for you to still be in bed! How am I supposed to eat if you don't get up? Winston told me if I'm hungry, you're supposed to make me breakfast!"

I barely cracked the door open before Frankie's damn finger was right up in my face!

"Geez, could you be any lazier? Do you even know what time it is? You're still in bed while Winston busts his ass at work just to support you? Gosh, you sit around doing nothing?"

She stared me down with a smug grin, looking nothing like someone with depression.

Honestly, she seemed like she got way more energy than I do. I bet she could wrestle a bear if she wanted.

Too bad my poor fiancé just letting this bitch wrap him around her finger. Depression, unstable emotion, memory issues, sensitivity to stress—it's all just one big game to her!

"And why is this any of your business?"

I gave her a cold, hard look, venting my anger, which only made her frown.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She went right back on this sad face like she's the victim here. "Hey, I'm just looking out for you! Can't you appreciate that? Why are you being so mean to me?"

I scoffed. "Oh, bitch, please. Listen, you can put on all the little dramas you want for Winston, but save the act when you're around me. Aren't you tired yet? Stop acting like you're all sweet and innocent!"

"What did you just say? Sherry, how could you accuse me like that?"

"Oh, don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You ditched Winston back then 'cause what? He wasn't rich enough, and now you're back to try and worm your way into his life again! You know what you're doing, don't you?"

A smack cut in everything else I wanted to say.

She was so pissed off that she actually slapped me across the face!

I'd already had it with her fake little drama, so I didn't hesitate; I slapped her right back just as hard.

To my surprise, though, that's when Winston walked in with breakfast.

Frankie burst into tears and instantly crumpled to the floor, clutching her face. She was sobbing and shaking her head—putting on the most dramatic act I'd ever seen.

"W-Winston…"

"I just can't go on like this! Why does she hate me so much? I've been trying so hard to get along with her, but she just won't accept me!"

"Winston, maybe... maybe it's better if I just die! No one in this world cares about me! My love for you can die with me, a secret no one will ever know, so I won't be a burden on you anymore!"

The next thing we knew, she lunged for the coffee table like crazy to grab a fruit knife, and then, she rolled up her sleeve like she was about to cut her wrist.

Winston panicked at the scene. He dropped the breakfast and bolted over, shoving me onto the couch so he could grab Frankie, wresting the knife out of her hand.

"Jesus Christ, Sherry, you're getting way too far! I just leave for a few minutes, and this is how you treat Frankie?!"

"Have I been so easy on you that you think you can do whatever you want? You've hurt her with your words again and again, but this time, you're actually hitting her?!"

"Apologize to her right now. Apologize to Frankie!"

"Apologize?"

I pointed to my face, holding back my tears. Then, I replied, "Why should I apologize? That bitch insulted me! She provoked me! She slapped me first! Why should I be the one to apologize?"

"Don't make things up! She would never do something like that!"

"I'm not lying! Jeez, Winston, she's been acting all along! Depression? Emotional breakdowns? Always saying she wants to die? It's all just a damn game to make you feel sorry for her!"

The second I said it, Frankie went nuts again, scrambling for the knife, pretending she was going to cut her wrist again.

Winston's on the edge, barely holding it together.

He grabbed the knife from her, and in a fit of rage, he swung it—leaving a cut across my face! But that wasn't enough—he actually slapped me with all his strength!

I cried out in pain, clutching my face. Damn it, it hurt like her but also felt numb at the same time.

Before I could even speak, Winston yelled, "Get the fuck out, Sherry! Get your damn ass out of this house!"