Thirty-Five Days Missing (Her)
Eighteen Days Free (Me)
Dearest William,
I just realized I never told you how I did it. I never told you how I captured your wife, did I?
My bad. Allow me…
Addison, being the whiny diva that she is, seemed to be having a hard time about some ‘personal issues.’
Which I took to mean that you’d finally come to see the light and were ready to admit our love for one another. I knew it was just a matter of time!
Anyway, she was all mopey on that particular day, so I suggested we go and find ice cream and then do a little shopping. Retail therapy seems to be girls like Addison’s M.O. I’ll never understand how a new ‘one more thing you really don’t need’ can make someone feel better about themselves when really it’s just another shitty choice in a long line of
