Cold as Her.

Well its 12:03 a.m, in cold and brutal Alberta. I am in perpetual YouTube viewing, looking for things that do not remind me of her. I’m plagued with thoughts of her making love to another man, and texting me after, coldly, through e-mails, texts. Why do I rack my head, knowing full well I lost her, and she deserves companionship…I am aware I could have been a better partner, a better human being…a better step dad…a better best friend. I never even had a chance to say bye to Eve. I can’t even begin to process all of this. I just want my family back.

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