IVY
One of my coping mechanisms was partying and getting drunk. Especially when I was at my lowest. So when Saturday night came, I knew I had to distract myself with something so I wouldn't wallow in my misery all night long.
Immediately after I finished my dinner, I joined Chloe where she washed the dirty dishes and I helped her rinse them before placing them in the rack to drain. A thick silence hung in the air and I shifted from one foot to the other.
Suddenly, she stopped washing and turned to face me and I paused my activity too to look at her quizzically because I didn't know why she was staring at me wordlessly.
“What? Is something on my face?” I asked her and she sighed.
“You have something to say to me, don't you?” She asked.
“How'd you figure that out?” I asked her in surp
