I was having the best days of my life. My career, my social life, my mental health and love life, all were doing well.
I was not so much of a gym junkie anymore because my time has become so occupied. I volunteered with Mrs Candor’s charity and I also accepted the invite to the Federal Resources for Women.
Despite the fact that I had not so much time to myself as I used to, I enjoyed my life.
I decided to call my boyfriend, I hadn’t really seen him much this week. He has been very busy, as I was too.
The phone rings but he doesn’t answer. I call a second time and he does answer this time.
“Hi baby,” I hear him say, his voice gruff. He must have done a lot of shouting today.
“Hi baby. How are you? How’s work?” I asked cheerily.
“Work is great. How’s my flower doing?” He asked causin
