Here is an exact copy of the email that Mary sent to me today (after the jump). Read it and you will see exactly what I am talking about.
Hope you are ok. Not knowing that, I'll keep writing. Today is a grim, rainy day, I think it is supposed to rain through Saturday. I keep thinking that you wouldn't like it at all. You're probably wondering if I am deliberately not talking about Jess. Truth is there is not much to say. I never got to see him (in his office) on Friday. I did try a few times, of course he wasn't there. Then, probably as you would have predicted, I got scared. Scared that the last thing I would want to tell you is that I went there and told him what you did for his party and he had some sort of negative reaction. Couldn't do it. I wrote him an email instead, telling him about the party, but mostly asking if he'd heard from you, because I was worried. As you might suspect, he never responded. His silence, as I don't have to tell you, says everything. I don't know what to think anymore, what to try and fight for, what to do. I told you what I felt at his party, and it was every bit as humiliating as you thought. I have no idea why he invited me. Maybe a sense of obligation? I don't want to be that. Your friend, Ed was it?, was right-Jess is a very messed up person, somebody who has no idea how to treat other people. Bitter, angry. Everything he shows to people now is a facade. What you saw, what I saw when I was with the two of you, that was real, but I don't know where that is anymore. I am rambling. You would say that I am not making any sense, which is true. I don't feel any sense. I feel lost. You are probably thinking-yes, you feel that way now but you'll get over it and everything will go back to normal. But that's not going to be true. I'm sorry that this email is a bit depressing-I am, again, doing what you always said I did and can't muster any good news!