: About Me

I didn't know how to let go. I thought he was the best man I was ever going to meet in my lifetime, and so I held on. But I should have listened to his best friend who emailed me (how he got my email address I'm sure I don't know) telling me to break up with him. I shouldn't have asked him to repeat the story again, about the credit card bill for the hotel he spent the night at with some girl in NYC. It wasn't really cheating. I should have wrapped my head around all of that back then. That horrible tantrum he threw one hot summer night in our old place. I had just come in from a very long...