Anne Moore
I’m lying in our bedroom. What else can I do? I’m forced to sleep in the same place as him. If he’s so bothered by me, then *he* can sleep on the couch. Why should I give up bed because of that i***t? It’s already 10 PM, and the jerk is probably off doing God knows what. He said it’s not cheating because we’re not really a couple, but to me, it is. I’ve always learned to respect people above all, and he’s the one who wanted to marry me. I didn’t force him.
I’m watching TV, telling myself that the reason I’m still awake isn’t because I’m waiting for him. I’ve got some random show on, but I’m not really paying attention; my mind is wandering. What kind of hell am I living in? I don’t even have any friends anymore. I glanced at the clock again, and it was midnight. I guess he’s n
