I stared up at my plain, blank ceiling as night slowly turned to day and felt myself dreading the next few hours ahead. Combined with lack of sleep, a raging headache and an emotional Jon who was determined to have 'the talk', I almost refused to leave my bed but then it hit me that I was a man and I needed to suck it up.
Pulling my phone from its position underneath my pillow, I quickly checked my messages and social media and right there for my eyes to see was a message from Jon.
03:15- Sorry for running out. Had an emergency at work. Talk when I can.
Reluctantly dragging myself out of bed, I slowly made breakfast and took two painkillers to ease the fast increasing migraine as I try not to think of Jon and the problem with his dad.
Knowing I had a few days to chill and a house fil
