Damian
Glaring at Bryan who is sleeping soundly when I enter our bedroom, I head back downstairs where I once again down my gruesome thoughts in alcohol.
I know, I know, my liver and I will be having a serious discussion soon.
Honestly...how could he sleep so peacefully when he knows I am hurt this way?
Especially knowing that I have a serious issue with him spending time with his ex.
Even I had been concerned about my 'boys' and had taken a trip to the emergency room where I saw the broken arm of Sanjay but still, I knew where to draw the line between boss and employees. Sure I'll foot the bill as he had been injured while doing my work...even if he hadn't I would have still.
But there is a line. A major fcuking line that is similar to that of the distance between yourself and your
