I won’t care what time he comes home.
He tells me he’s going out with J***. I go to mum’s.
When I return I notice some of this stuff has gone, check clothes, gone. Check toiletries, gone.
I realise the implications of my actions and break into tears.
Are we over?
Decide to get loaded. Numb my pain. Stop my heart aching. Today is a very sad day.
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