"Do you want a divorce," he finally asked me, plaintively.
No dude. Life's not that easy. And for now? Neither am I. Your remurdering of my personal sense of romance was not sexy.
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Hugs.
Posted by: Jay | February 22, 2013 at 12:06 AM
I'm sorry things are shitty.
Posted by: Becca | February 22, 2013 at 01:36 PM