Kennedie
It was eleven pm and one third bowl of strawberry ice cream later, I was officially losing my mind.
I did not even know why I f*****g cared so much.
I mean Desmond was a f*****g asshole, and he never listened to anything that anyone had to say so why did I feel like this time it was my fault?
Contrary to what he thought, I did not give a s**t about Andrew. In fact I would rather he be blasted off into oblivion so that he could never bother me again, but we can’t all have what we want right?
But at least I did get the divorce papers, signed…. No matter how Desmond did it and it should not be any of my business. And that would have been all in and good if I was not so worried about him.
There I said it.
No matter the kind of person that Desmond was, I would never be able to
