It takes me the entire drive home to calm down.
I can’t help it. The second the doctor uttered those words, I saw red. Back to prepartum condition. s****l activity.
Like hell am I letting that happen.
It’s a dark, vicious spiral of thoughts, and it just keeps getting darker as I slam the door to the loft closed and reach for something stronger than coffee. At least this liquor cabinet is still mine to use, thank you very much.
“Unbelievable,” I mutter to myself. “Un-f*****g-believable.”
I try to steer my mind back to business, but it just won’t quit. I just keep remembering our fight before she left, that cursed day where I did my worst to push her away. That I’d get rid of her, that I didn’t owe her anything, that I—
And if I want somebody else to move in, you won’t stand in my way
