I sat seething in my car for a second, wondering why I was so angry. Sure, my ex had always carried our groceries. Every time, without fail. It was expected.
It wouldn’t surprise me if his prints were going to be sold tonight or throughout the month during the exhibit. I walked out to the front to check on the Am
Does this sound like two people who genuinely worked through their issues and realised they wanted each other, or does it sound like a relationship where neither person can properly let go?