Waiting For My Dad

The other night I sat with my guy and had the talk. The talk you never want to have. That final talk. That talk where he is no longer my guy and I am no longer his girl. At 40, I’m better able to rationalize these break ups, but the shit still hurts.

For several months we’ve been going back and forth about time. Time is my love language. I don’t need gifts or grand gestures, I need time. Time spent on the sofa watching SVU. Time…

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