Back in high school I had a girlfriend who acted just like Vicky did to children... well, maybe a bit more under control, but she still bullied them some and belittled them. Especially her younger sister. She also was a fucking wildfire in the sack! And after getting all of her excess aggression out she would become more open and enjoyed cuddling and pillow talk. I think only I ever saw that side of her. She was a year older than me though, so she graduated and had worries if our relationship could survive her moving away for college. I had every intention of trying to make it work, but we never got to see if it would have. She died not too long after. Drunk big rig driver totaled her little black Saturn one night shortly after her graduation. She was trying to make amends with her little sister and was coming around to seeing if we could last or not... And that night she wanted to come see me so I told her to come on over...
I haven't had a steady relationship since, I just can't stop comparing other women to her. To what might have been. I feel like shit about it all from time from time... a lot of the time.
