…to live with the man I love.
It was real, and it was perfect. And there’s really no feeling like being enveloped in someone’s arms when everything feels so right.
There’s also no feeling quite like the one where you see something wrong, seek and gain confirmation that your eyes aren’t playing tricks, and then you get the fuck outta there.
So now I’m living in a friend’s second bedroom, out of the garbage bags I used to move hastily out of what we considered ‘our home’ for a whopping week and a half.
I’d love to vent my frustrations, but I’ll save it for another time when I can provide links to ward away any threats of libel.
After all, one can’t be sued for defamation of character when everything said is 100% true.
And, really. That’s that.