Yes. Apparently my day could get worse.
Entering the house, I threw my backpack on the floor of the living room and flopped onto the couch. The emotions that I'd held off came like a torrent. I hated feeling sorry for myself, but I had to get it out of my system. I'd never been dumped like this before. Actually, I hadn't gone steady more than a few weeks before this. This had lasted about four weeks, but I wasn't about to go check my calendar.
I admit all I wanted to do was mope, as I moved through the living room into the front entry room. It was a pleasant room with light green window dressings, a wingback chair next to a small table and a love seat and the little upright piano. Impressive hanging plants like a wandering Jew, pothos, and spider plants hogged what light came through in
