“Not only was I attempting academic suicide by getting involved with my professor, but I was going to hell for screwing around with someone’s husband to boot.”
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In a fit of rage and emotional exhaustion, I decided not to go to the ceramics studio. I needed to get to my car before the damn tears started to fall. As soon as my ass was in the seat, I broke down.
“He’s married?” I sobbed to no one in particular.
Not only was I attempting academic suicide by getting involved with my professor, but I was going to hell for screwing around with someone’s husband to boot.
I knew I shouldn’t drive while my vision was blurred with tears, but I didn’t want to risk him coming out after me. There was no reason we should hash anything out on school grounds. And honestly, I didn’t think I even w
