Dallas
The first few days at my parent’s house were spent laying around sulking. I still couldn’t wrap my head around Marcy and Joel betraying me the way they did.
I would have given anything to completely wipe both of them from my memory, but that wasn’t an option. Instead, I was forced to live with the memory of my fiance f*****g my best friend, and it was a hard memory to live with.
Time. I had entirely way too much idle time, and that was my enemy. Knowing I had to pull myself together and move on, I gave my parents a warm hug, then I got in my car and left with no specific destination in mind.
I liked the warm weather in the south, but I didn’t want to return to Texas, so I hopped on the interstate and headed southeast. Over the years, I’d heard lots of st
