Craig
Thank f**k, Jessyca’s grandmother died. It has postponed us getting married. She’s practically moved in with me. She set a date for three months from now, so it’s been a small reprieve. With her grieving, I haven’t turned down anything she’s cooked for me. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. But, despite that one chicken meal and that Swiss burger, the rest of her meals aren’t that great. They’re either too salty or have no seasoning at all.
The f*****g health smoothies she makes me drink still taste horrible, too. And I always have a stomach attack after she gives me one.
I’ve lost like fifteen pounds. I was going to tell her to stop cooking for me, that I’d hire someone, but then her grandmother died, and I didn’t have the heart to do it.
I had gone to a doctor that Jessyca r
