Dear diary, my mind won’t shut up again. So I write.
How did I get here? Not so long ago, I was stuck in a marriage that felt like the embrace of a python, slowly crushing every bone in my body every time I tried to breathe.
I got out. I escaped the snake, bruised and aching, praying that time would heal everything that man broke in me. In my dark moment, I prayed for a little joy. A little love. For someone to see me and want me. I must have gotten the details mixed up in my request because now I’ve got... too much.
Four men. Four completely different storms. It doesn’t get crazier than this. I couldn’t handle one man, how the hell am I supposed to handle four? But I don’t want to let them go. Selfish, I know. But who can blame me?
Tyler makes me feel steady. His hands are rough from
