It was the end of the road.
But the beginning of a journey. — A story in 100 words.
But the beginning of a journey. — A story in 100 words.
I fumbled around trying to say I wanted to break-up when she said:
“I’d rather be miserable with you than miserable without you.”
It got rather quiet.
Then I asked: “That seems a little unhealthy for a therapist, right?”
She laughed first.
We still broke-up.
The vacat…
