“Do you actually believe the shit coming from your mouth? Or did you get that from a bad B movie? In what world does that make sense? You’re fucking around on my best friend!”

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“From there I didn’t talk to her for like three months, the only time I saw her is when we had our Sunday night dinners. When I saw her she was crazy talking about how Briana, had made her want to change and how she was going to stop and be what you thought she was in the first place.” Bette shook her head remembering how pathetic Justine looked when she came to her door that morning. “I should’ve known it was all bullshit when she said she needed time to break it down to all the other women.”

They sat in silence for a spell, while Tina digested the whole story and finally heard Justine’s true bullshit reasoning behind everything. Somehow she knew it was more than the immature reason she was giving her before about not being able to stop herself, “So in three months time you couldn’t come to me and tell me the truth?”

Bette dropped her head because she knew that question was coming, hell she’d been asking herself the same question. “Tina I couldn’t be the one to tell you that Justine was a piece of shit. And she told me she was going to change…”

“That had nothing to do with those three months where you just avoided her.” Tina remembered the short curt conversations they had during dinners that almost seemed awkward between the gang.

“And in those three months Tina, my own relationship was falling apart. You have no idea what I went through with that. I couldn’t deal with everything all at once. So I tried to focus on what I could change, I never thought for one second it would get this bad.”

“Well it did. And you could’ve stopped it.” Tina said getting up and walking back to her horse trying hard not to let the anger she was feeling erupt into an emotional yelling match.

Bette remained seated on the ground, she didn’t know how much longer she could take all the blame for this disaster. True enough she had her fair share, but to put the blame squarely on her would totally legitimize Justine’s actions and Tina’s failure to open her eyes to what was going on around her. Bette stood up and grabbed her shirt off of the ground, and tucked it into her pocket, she looked at Tina who was standing by her horse, and shook her head in disbelief. Bette turned around and started off to do another three miles, leaving Tina to question what just went through her mind.