“My friends called me a narcissist and stopped talking to me.”

If you ever hear those words, run. 

I felt it would be justified to write her chapter on the day her mentor was let go. Just like her, he was also a class A narcissist. They made a lot of money, were incredible geniuses and felt the entire world was beneath them. The coy smiles they gave when they were at their best, pulled you, yet made you feel so small. But the blank expression once they turned away, whispered, “Psycho.”

“When I met her, I genuinely enjoyed her company. I thought she was so innocent, a girl who basically came from nothing and made millions to sustain herself. She spent recklessly and felt no remorse. Her story was sad, a man she’d trusted took her innocence and lost his. Parents that didn’t believe her or trust her intentions. One career change, a move and a new partner later, she met me, her next plaything. 

Emilia invited herself on my trip, went behind my back and booked a first class ticket without telling me about it. Then lied about it. She didn’t make her own hotel reservation, so I had to trade my king size bed for two queens. Without any resentment, she took control of my room and my trip. The bitch! 

You’re probably thinking that it's not so bad she can do what she wants and I probably couldn’t afford First class anyway. Since it was a work trip. It wasn’t what she had done, it was how she went about it. Emilia was sneaky, like a rat. Always moving around in dark corners and whispering so no one hears the shit that she speaks. 

I let the rat have her way with that, I realized I let a lot of the shit she did go with her. 

We checked into the hotel and she asked me to go to dinner. I was excited, I figured, What really is the cost of a free meal in gratitude to a sociopath anyway? Before I could blink she got up to pay the check. I was grateful, maybe the trip wouldn’t be so bad. Until, the receipt came. You guys! She took a picture of the receipt! 

“Did you just take a picture of the receipt?” I asked, “Yeah” she replied putting her phone away. “Why?” I retorted. Word for word, bar for fucking bar she said, “I don’t know, I don’t know why I did that.”

“Did your company give you a stipend for your trip?” she asked slyly. I knew why she was asking, the whole receipt thing was a foreshadow. “They did but only for Uber Eats,” I snapped back.

I wondered why she would ask me that until the next night when she proposed we spend the night in ordering takeout. I was down for the idea and was about to offer I pay for her dinner. Then it came, the blow to my ego.

"I think you should order on Uber Eats and I'll order on Doordash," she said slyly. Ah! The shoe finally dropped, the curtains were down and the phantom pulled down it's mask.

I shook my head in dissapointed and walked past her into the shower.

I made up my mind that I would find a way to pay her back, and I did. The next night, our last night I paid for the Uber to the restuarant, and the meal, and the Uber back to the hotel. On the way back to the train station I took a separate cab and said my goodbye to her forever. And I didn't care if she knew it.

I was owed plenty, not just a crappy $30 meal, but for every minute of my life she’d wasted telling me about her abusive, broke boyfriend who still lived with his pregnant ex-girlfriend in his childhood bedroom. The lying manipulative asshole that calls her fat and ugly asks for money like he is entitled to it, won’t touch her until he thinks she’s clean, can’t give head and has a little penis. 

I don’t think their relationship ruined our blossoming friendship. She definitely did that all on her own, but it didn’t help. 

Her willingness to always take up for him despite my vocal disposition, spoke more about her than him. She knew exactly what he was doing, in fact she enjoyed it. I know all about the battered woman syndrome. I promise you Emilia was no battered woman, no matter how desperately she wanted to be.

Everytime she would  pull me to the side and tell me a new way he had belittled her existence, you should have seen her smile with her soulless eyes. Sinister and terrifying. Sometimes I wondered if he knew he was caught in her trap. But I don’t care, he deserved it. I won’t write a chapter about him, I won’t give an NPC life. 

Emilia on the other hand. The rat. Her I can’t take, she made a fool of me. She disrespected me in the highest audacity. Someone not even worth the last cent of my cheapest shoes, made me feel so small. She gets a part in this. The veil over my eyes was lifted, I started to see the things in women I had willfully ignored. How quick some of them are to kick you when your down for a moment’s affection from a bum. 

The thing is, I expect to be betrayed by a man. That’s all they’ve done since the beginning of time. They lie so damn much, I’m starting to think Adam was the one who ate the apple first. Then the brother’s Cain and Abel, David, God’s chosen one that sent his lover's husband to die, and let’s not forget Solomon, with all his wisdom also a gigolo. 

A woman betraying a man is one thing, but it hurts differently when you realize you’re the only girl being a girl’s girl. 

Oh btw, she was cheating on him with her ex.