I try not to cry. I really do, but the tears just keep falling down.
The only thing that gives me any type of happiness is the face that I was able to get mom’s car tonight, since her and Daniel are having a weekend away together. I didn’t even care that I wasn’t 100% sober.
I had to get out of there!
I would not have been able to stay still, watching his happy girlfriend hang all over Chase. I could see love in her eyes as she looked up at him, and she was genuine in wanting to get to know his friends. She was beautiful, with poise and grace. I couldn’t even hate her. When I shook her hand, it was as if I passing down the totem to my past love to her… giving Chase up, and now I feel so hollow.
I made it home in record time, and took a breath before I stepped out of the car.
