TWIST!

This isn't funny. I mean, it is, but it shouldn't be.

Nick and Emmalee.

My ex and my sister.

Together.

I'm... flabbergasted. And forever off the hook for that pub-crawl thing. Seriously, if I “stabbed him in the back” he just nuked me... in the front.

The strangest part is I'm not mad. I knew I was mad about the Kate and Jake thing. I knew while I was assuring her that I was okay and not at all upset that I was indeed upset. But this is... different. Probably because I really don't have feelings for him anymore. (I'm not just saying that. If you could look into my soul you'd see it's true.) That's not to say I'm not still angry he turned half of my study abroad group against me... Especially the boys. I loved the boys. (Chris has still been a wonderful friend and for that I am extremely thankful.) Beyond that, though- a situation that would make just about anyone upset- I'm not still hung up on him.

Nor am I really hung up on the fact that he's with my sister.

I'm surprised. I wonder if he remembers how often he called her a whore.

I wonder if he remembers that she's a world-class cheater. (The reason I was dead to him.)

I suppose it doesn't matter. Because I'm actually kind of glad they're together.

Yes, I'm aware that this is VERY strange. Normal people don't get slightly giddy over their exes hooking up with their sisters.

But normal people haven't been living under a cloud of guilt and blame for a year.

See, I'm not happy because I care about them and I want them to be happy. I'm happy because I'm off the hook. I am no longer the bad guy. For the rest of time I messed up but he went and did something even worse.

ALSO, I'm getting a little sick of him dropping bombs on me the last night of Spring Break. Last year he broke up with me... this year he made out with my sister. Simply precious.