So I've been pretty much caught up in school and homework and whatnot. It tends to happen when you have three English classes, a foreign language, and a history class with a lot of written work and reading.
In any case, I'm going to continue telling the tale of Caisey and her questionable life choices.
Tale 4: The continued Adventures of the Girl Who Wasn't Good at Committed Relationships
It's been a while since I had my suspicions that Caisey was cheating on Christian. Lately she's been clutching her phone like it's her own flesh and blood child, and she hasn't been leaving her phone away from her body. She even sleeps with it in her hand! I only do that when I'm reading something on the phone Internet before I fall asleep. Caisey just keeps it under her pillow and suddenly reaches for it sometimes during the night to make sure it's there (which is odd, because she loses her phone at least twice a day, so why would she try to keep up with it while she's asleep?).
But I finally had an opportunity tonight!
She went downstairs to get something from the store, and she left her phone on the coffee table where I'm currently churning this out. It was just ON THE TABLE IN FRONT OF ME! I thought, "surely she's not just going to leave this here...right?" but she did!
So I took advantage of my opportunity: I went through her messages. I did. I'm not ashamed anymore.
She deleted all the ones from Geoffrey. They're all gone. That's more than suspicious, considering she still has messages from last semester on her phone, but not the messages that she was sending to Geoffrey for the past couple of weeks.
I wonder if there's any way I can recover old messages on a iPhone...
I didn't get too long of an opportunity to check, though. She returned not too long after I discovered she was missing messages.
Maybe she realized that what she was doing was wrong.
In any case, she brought Christian over for the game, and he proceeded to smother her with hugs and kisses and a shit ton of affection.
It was uncomfortable, to say the least.
Caisey says she's told him to stop doing that, but I don't think she has, because every time he comes over he does the same thing: They get on the couch and cuddle and he starts getting all affectionate.
I'm not bitter. I'm not.
I just think it's uncomfortable for me to be in the room when he's here--which is ALL. THE. TIME.
I feel like calling up my regular booty call for some late night cuddling.
At least somebody finds me attractive...
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