As our second anniversary approached, I wanted to be excited, but the last couple months with Davis had been strained to say the least. He refused to admit anything was wrong, but there was definitely a tilt in the axis of our world, and it wasn't a healthy one.
He was worse than Sybil-I never knew which personality I would walk in to find. Some days he was a horny, insatiable man, others he was a whiny b***h. Then there were the days he was just a sheer jackass, but when I neared the end of my rope, he was my lover, my soul mate, and the man who adored me beyond comparison. I just couldn't pinpoint why. I had no reason for his mood swings or attitude changes-if I didn't know better, I would have thought he was doing drugs.
I hesitated to even mention celebrating in favor of allowing i
