Dear Vicky

by Octavia Grant

I asked myself as I watched her approach with the phone still pressed to her ear. Jealousy and anger instantly consumed me because I had no idea who had her smiling so hard.

UNHINGED.

I blew out a sigh of relief when I heard her say ‘Ok Mom.’ The thought of her talking to and smiling with another man was enough to make me physically sick.

Yeah, you're unstable as shit. 🫠

There was no mistaking it, I was in love.

🫠🫠🫠🫠 Negro....what?

Sasha was my only true friend. Since she and Vicky were already acquainted, the only thing left to do was introduce Vicky to my family.

This motherfucker is crazy. LMAO

She had trained the bird to curse at her and call her dirty names, the way my father used to do.

Oh, your momma is crazy, too. You never had a chance, huh? 🥴

“I see you're still playing these games to get between me and Vicky. It won’t work. I love her mother; you just have to deal with that. All you had to do was be happy for me. Now you’ll never see your future grandchildren. But that’s your fault.”

I can't express how deranged this motherfucker is in words.

I would have to talk to her about leaving the key outside. There were too many crazy and delusional people in the world.

I'm just speechless at the level of delusion at this point. 😐

“I am not delusional. Did you see the way she smiled at me and massaged my chest? We’re in love, Sasha.”

a psychopath