I hate layovers.
Everything about this is stupid and ridiculous, especially when it’s more than an hour. All you need is time to go take a s**t and grab something to eat. I don’t need two hours for that crap. I just want to get home and see my kid, my sister, my niece and my girl. No one knows I’m almost home. I’ve called everyone to check in with them like I always do to make sure they’re okay. They all said everything’s fine, but I know something’s up. I can feel it deep in my bones. Something is wrong and they’re keeping it a fuckin secret from me and I don’t appreciate it. They are all terrible at keeping secrets and when I get back, it’s going to be one of the first things I handle because I know it has something to do with my girl.
And because she was the main cause of this uneasy
