September 4th, 2016
I told Carter I was staying late at work, but really I went to the bar. I drank, and drank, and drank. I could barley stand up. My drunken mind took a liking to a certain girl in the bar, and before I knew it my lips were on hers. My heart and mind were screaming for me to stop but I kept going.
I slept with another woman.
When I went home today and saw Carter guilt rushed over me. I couldn't bring myself to tell her. I knew she knew that I went to the bar last night, and I felt terrible for lying to her. I should have fucking come home.
Fuck. You. Harold.
Harryx
