Dakota’s P.O.V.
I’ve been dreading this day. After my talk with Shea, I decided I needed to end my relationship with Melody before this gets any worse. I have worried over this so much that I’ve damn near made myself sick. It needs to end because I’m not committed to this relationship, and it’s not fair to Melody. I don’t have a clue what I’m going to say to her. It is going to hurt Melody, and that part was killing me. If I wait any longer, though, it’s going to get worse.
I called her before I left work and told her I needed her to come to the house tonight. My hands ran through my hair as I attempted to figure out how to let her know. I had already taken two shots of whiskey, trying to calm my nerves. I was always on the receiving end of the dumping. I’m the one getting left most time
