Wyatt
Steph still wouldn’t speak to me and I couldn’t blame her. I messed up big. I swore just last year that I would never drink that much. I was wrong, and I was paying for it. It was New Year’s Eve, and I hadn’t spoken to her in just over a month. I called her every single day just hoping that she would answer, but she still hadn’t. Phil told me that I should just give her space, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her go. It was so bad that I still carried her ring in my pocket every day. My office was throwing a New Year’s party for clients this year. I wasn’t going to go, but Phil convinced me that I needed to get out of the house. I would much rather be on my couch drinking myself into a stupor, but I decide to go and show my face for a bit. I figured I could get in and out
