Candice
"Did I overreact?" It's the first question I asked when Alice entered the room holding a plastic bag full of food in her hands. She slumped down on the ground next to me and handed me the chips. I took it and thanked her.
"You did," she answered without hesitation. I bowed my head, ashamed of what I had done. "I don't blame you, though," she added. She put the bag down and pulled a pillow from our bed. Although I knew I shouldn't have said those things to him, my mind immediately blanked when I saw him with her, and I simply lashed out at him.
"You are good at advising, yet you can't apply it in your own relationship," she tsked and chuckled.
“It's a whole lot different because it's all about me," I said. She's right. It's always me who keeps giving them advice, and it's somew
