And I’m grateful. Watching Margaux pour her heart out to Alice gives me hope. At least she has someone other than Timmyin her corner. It’s like observing a drowning woman finding a lifeboat.
But then there’shim.Timmy.
Through the camera, I observe as the smug bastard walks into the room and immediately zones in on Margaux. He’s like a predator who knows exactly where to strike to cause the most pain.
“You have butthole eyes,” he sneers, smirking at her like he just said something clever.
Butthole. Eyes.
Of all the things to say.
It was mean when it was said about Pete Davidson, a cruel barb referencing the appearance of his eyes due to an autoimmune disease.
And when said about Margaux, it makes absolutely no sense at all. He’s just hitting her with low blow after low blow.
At least he hasn’t turned on her about her lazy eye—I know how she feels about that. If he went there, I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself.
Timmy would be dead meat, never mind the consequences.
I clench my fists so tightly my knuckles crack. That’s the kind of insult a 13-year-old bully would throw around, not a grown man. He thinks it’s funny, but I see the way Margaux flinches.
She shrugs it off, tries to laugh along like it’s no big deal, but her fingers tighten around her phone. She’s holding herself together by a thread, and he knows it.
The things I want to do to Timmy in this moment… they’d land me in prison.
But it’d be worth it.
He doesn’t stop there. Later, he throws a marble at her, laughing like a hyena as it bounces off her leg.
Then he rolls into her, over and over, his weight crushing her small frame while he cackles like a lunatic.
Margaux finally has enough and shoves him off the bed. The sight of his pathetic two-hundred-pound ass hitting the floor gives me a twisted sense of satisfaction.
“You suck balls!” he yells, like the man-child he is.
Margaux doesn’t respond. She’s done. For now, at least.
I wish she could see how much better off she’d be without him if she left him for good.
Alice is a lifeline in Margaux’s storm.
But then there’s Becky.Oh, Becky.
Becky, who Margaux considered almost family, now ostracizing her. And now, when Margaux needs support the most, Becky sends a cold, self-righteous message banning Timmy from the event and essentially shunning Margaux by association.
Becky’s message is cold, impersonal, and—I’m sure—devastating for Margaux:
Becky:
Margaux, you have put me in a very uncomfortable position.
Your partner is not welcome at the event in Montana.
Margaux doesn’t need judgment masquerading as concern, but that’s exactly what Becky delivers.
Her face crumbles as she reads it. Another person pushed away by this relationship—which is to an extent fair—but the way Becky went about it was absolutely rotten.
Chastising Margaux. Making her feelworse. Making her feel more trapped, removing her access to an entire community unless Margaux lives her life on Becky’s terms.
