I can't believe I told him 'yes'. Two days ago, it was just a thought, an idea—something for the 'just in case' scenario. It wasn't meant to be Plan A.
But fuck. Fuck. Fuckingfuck.
I had to do something though.
Right?
It's his fucking fault. If he acted like a parent, I wouldn't have had to turn to this. Bills need to be paid. I want to not sweat my balls off this summer. Winter will be before I know it and I refuse to freeze to death this time. We need food in the fridge—ha, who am I kidding—I need food in the fridge.
I'm tired of living like this. A life of less than less. He's used to it and allowed it to happen. I don't have to. I can take control. And if this is it then I guess so fucking be it. Can't go back on it, anyway. That'd be worse.
Got to live with the consequences.
What the fuck am I thinking?
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Roman d'amourFuck. I can't believe this shit. Like how did everything turn out so good? Seriously, fucking how? Two years ago I was destined to wind up like my father regardless of my naïve belief that I was in control. Now, I have everything that kid wanted. Li...
