Joanna was there to separate me from Michael, and I was stupid enough to let her do it. She kept attacking my psychological defenses, and I suffered as much as she wanted me to and began to distrust Michael, making my relationship with Michael tenuous.
I hated this crazy jealous self, but I realized I couldn't control my heart. My wolf and I had become paranoid and crazy since Joanna came along. I knew I had to change my mind, but it wasn't something I could control.
I wasn't a shining girl growing up, and Robert's rejection had destroyed my self-confidence. It made me fearful of Michael.
My rejection and escape often had been a form of denial, a lack of security in my relationship with Michael, and a constant fear that he would leave me behind. Joanna's presence had magnified that, and she had made me doubt myself and my mate, who didn't understand, even more.
I lay in my familiar little bed in my bedroom, staring at the ceiling.
