That time I turned up to his house wearing only a trench coat and nothing else and he wasn't even home
I went a little harder on leg day yesterday than usual, and now every time I stand up, a part of me prays for a swift death.
Ended out with a group of people who are autistic, and one of them can only really communicate through dance. So I've spent two hours dancing with him and I've had such a good time!! My legs are going to be so fucking sore tomorrow.
The sad thing is I have some quite nice photos of myself and some good memories, but my ex-husband's presence befouls them to the point where I don't want to look at them ever again.
Let the record show that they were in a situationship with me, but I was NOT in a situationship with them.


