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TWO

I hate my life.

I didn't think leaving Taylor would be so hard, she cheated on me countless times and yet shes the one I want to come home too. Damn, I don't even have a home anymore. Double damn, I'm 26 years old and I'm living with my parents. I hate my life.

I realized this great epiphany I had while at work, at least work was still good for me. It wasn't the greatest job but it was something I enjoyed and could do on autopilot, something I could just do and shut my  brain off. Sometimes that was good but today not so much, she kept bombarding my thoughts. How was I ever supposed to finish this rig with her clouding my brain.

My day at work soon ended, as I walked to the locker room to wash my hands of the dirt and grease they acquired over the day I stopped at my locker to grab my keys and locked eyes with the picture I kept in there. I unstuck it from the metal door and threw it away, if I'm movin on from this bullshit this can be step one. Detaylorfying my life.

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I finally make it home, I spent about an hour in the parking lot at work throwing out her car fragrances and hair ties along with the picture of her I kept on the dash, she was my life for four years, she spent four years marking that car with bobby pins and smells and lipsticks and memories. Another damn, I might as well get a new car. So many memories of us are in that Corolla.

Walking through the front door of my parents house I'm immediately greeted by my mom and the dinner shes made. At least one good things come out of this; food. Taylor was a horrible cook, she was completely lost when it came to finding her way around the kitchen. To make things worse, I'm not much better but I can cook the necessities, just enough to have variety and get by without starving or chipping a tooth. But nothing compared to moms cooking, I will never get tired of coming home to her homemade dishes.

"How was your day sweetheart? Took you a while to get home, I was getting worried. You didn't stop by to see her did you?" she probes, she always had so many questions.

"No, ma. I didn't stop by Tay's, I was actually clearing out my locker and the car. Is dinner ready?" I supply her answers and quickly try to change the topic, I've had enough Taylor for today.

"Okay, okay, I get the hint, and suppers just about ready. Go wash your hands and change, it should be ready by then." She glances at my hands, I can see by the look on her face she doesn't approve of my career choice, she never has.

I went through about a year of college, finished the prerequisites and then called it quits. School was never my thing, I could always go back but whats the point? I have a decent job and it makes me happy. I'm a heavy machinery mechanic, it pays enough for me to get by and live off of. Well it did before I was suddenly looking for a new apartment.

I went upstairs and washed my hands and face as well as changing out of my grease caked clothes into a fresh pair of jeans and a clean shirt.

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Dinner was fine, the conversation was stale and I've started looking for a new place to stay. My parents argued whether my decision about Taylor was good for me, which it was, and then debated if I should go back to school now since I have less on my plate, which I wont. They never got the full story of Taylors habits but regardless, if I choose not to stay with her they should respect that.

Single: one bed, one bath. Cozy Oaks Apartments. 530 monthly.

So far that's the winner, cheap and includes the most necessities. Its also closer to my job and farther from Taylor. I booked a consultation appointment and a viewing, Hopefully all goes well.

Oh, Taylor, look what you've done.

(A/N- Another one down! I wrote this one instead of doing my Accounting Homework, youre welcome. Now off to finish Pearson accounting. Word of advice: If you have to take Financial Accounting, don't.

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