WOW.
It is twenty times larger than my old apartment.
Floor-to-ceiling windows wrap around the entire third floor, offering a view of the city that seems to go on for miles. The furniture is sleek, modern, and looks like it costs more than I made in my entire life before meeting him.
Who am I kidding? It does.
I spend the next four hours checking through everything.
The kitchen is stocked with high-end appliances I don't know how to use and ingredients I can't pronounce.
Every drawer in the bedroom is filled with expensive hosiery and lingerie- his preferred barrier between my skin and his hand.
After spending half the night exploring, the sheer, crushing reality of it hits me. I need someone to share this with. I need to scream about it, to dissect it, to logic it out with someone
