It was two days after arriving from Germany, and I'd successfully avoided Henry. Which wasn't too hard with him at work most of the time. You know what, it was kind of annoying. Talk about him not being able to change (internal huff). When I got back home on Wednesday, a maid had let me know he'd gone straight to work after taking a shower and changing. Since then, there had been no sign of him whatsoever. Seriously, if boredom was to hit the maximum, I might have to re-invite the divorce situation. I mean, it has almost been two weeks already. And as hurt as that might make me feel (which won't last because all I was feeling was due to old emotions and him just surprisingly confessing), I shouldn't forget that there was no future for us. He couldn't change. One year of him not t

