He was my reason for living. I had nothing else to live for. Two years. Everything was going to be okay because I had him and he loved me and we were going to have a future together. Three affairs, in two years. Countless other hookups. I have nothing else to live for. Maybe my death will hurt him like he hurt me. It will hurt them all. They’ll finally feel the pain they caused me. The pain I live in everyday.
I’m not going to leave a note. I’m not going to afford them that final explanation, that last kindness.
I’m going to buy it online, […]