“You deserved better than that and I’m sorry,” he writes. He’s at least the fourth boy who’s said this to me in recent memory. Almost word-for-word, in fact.
Monday, February 28, 2011
yet again
Eight o’clock on a cold Monday morning at the end of February. I should already be dressed, getting in the car, heading towards the office. Instead I’m still sitting at my computer in panties and a tee shirt, compulsively re-reading the few bleak lines of text that represent my latest romantic abortion.
And yes, I do bloody well deserve better than that. Any girl does. So at what point does everyone stop with these tired apologies, and just start behaving themselves in the first place?
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