You know what I miss? Coming home to a roaring fire, candles lit, music on, and a glass of wine and an amazing man waiting for me. This was not something he did every once in a great while. He did this all the fucking time. I miss him so much. I'm so angry at him. I forgive him. I want him back. Why did you leave me?
Driving home from work is the hardest thing I do every day.
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