21 WOLFIEIt’s been almost a full week of living alone in my apartment since Connor moved out, and so far, it’s been f*****g weird.
Not always weird in a bad way. I’m already seeing the perks of a roommate-free lifestyle.
No one to eat my leftovers or hog all the hot water, for starters. And now that it’s Saturday, I do like knowing I won’t be shoving my head under a pillow tonight to drown out the suggestive creaking of Connor’s bed from the other side of our shared wall.
Jesus, I still can’t believe that same man is about to be a father.
But with the rest of the weekend ahead of me and no plans on my radar, part of me wishes Connor were here to talk me into heading out to the bars, or play me in a few rounds of whatever mindless video game he’s hooked on this month. Instead, I’m sinki
