the lying days: He walks in the door and he tells me that he’s in love with someone...
He walks in the door and he tells me that he’s in love with someone else. I don’t ask whom, because I know, and I can’t say that I blame him. She’s beautiful, and passionate, and a hell of a lot nicer than I am. I say, okay, and he crawls into bed with me and we go to sleep.
In the morning he…
