Except, on Monday morning, I decided, to hell with everyone. I liked my new clothes and haircut and they made me feel good about myself, for the most part. f**k Heather and all the rest if they couldn’t handle it. I was doing this for me, not them.
Anderson hadn’t come home until Sunday afternoon, when he told me he and Albert had gotten frisky at his friend’s apartment. He didn’t seem weirded out by it at all. In fact, he decided that Albert would be his f**k buddy and teach him all he needed to know about gay s*x. I was happy for him.
When he’d asked me about my evening, I’d been vague, and he didn’t push, thankfully. Now it was time to go to work. I straightened my tie and adjusted the collar on my dark teal shirt before adding the jacket and heading out the door.
Everyone stared at
