You, Me, and the Holidays

This weekend I shopped only for myself, spent 24 hours with Nicole, told my home-friends once and for all that I’m not moving back home (ever, ever, ever), drank only a handful of beers, had lunch with my ex-husband (it was fine) and mentioned you by name or code name only about fourteen times.

And now I just want to go home.  To my own bed.  To my own kitchen.  To my own couch. Back to wondering if we’ll ever get it right.


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