Chapter 20A week in to Greg's stupid holiday and I'm doing ok, not great, but ok. I have cried a few times at the thought of my man sharing a hotel room with his wife but thankfully it's a twin room, he told me. Still, I have driven myself to the point of despair imagining many scenarios of them rekindling their dying romance. One vision I had was that they were silly drunk and had crazy rampant s*x, another vision was them sitting up late going over old memories and falling into each other's arms and having meaningful, soft s*x, another vision was that this is all a lie and she has no idea and they are having normal s*x. Every single scenario is as painful to think about as the other.
Thankfully, I don't need to worry. On the eighth day that they were all away I awoke to a video that Gre
