Okay,
I'm really pissed at my flatmate Alex right now. My boyfriend died only a few days ago and everything still feels like I'm in limbo land. I'm trying to get used to the fact that my boyfriend is dead and not just away.
Early this morning I was closer to sleeping than I have been in such a long time, when my phone went off. (Its on vibration but the vibration is pretty loud). I went to check it, and there is a message. From my dead boyfriend's phone.
I freaked, I'm still freaking, as you can probably imagine, and for a moment I thought I'd got the number wrong - but I know his number by heart. I went into the living room to grab a drink from the mini-fridge thing (non alcoholic) and standing there is Alex, my supposed friend, with my boyfriend's phone, sending random messages to people.
Thing is, he and I are normally pretty close. But Alex doesn't seem to realise just how un-funny what he did to me really is. I miss Peter so much and to have a text recieved from his phone is just...
Does anyone have any advice on how to deal with this?
Thanks,
Jason.
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