Over time, though, he started being more private with his phone. His mom would occasionally bring his ex up in conversation, and he’d mention old places or memories I’d never heard about before. I tried not to make anything out of it.
IW’ve cried a few times now. Not for any particular rease’re making as much money as we ever have and our options are so limited. I mean we could plan to live out further from work and family but I can’t do a commute anymore. It’s soul sucking.
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