My rant started about food but ended with too much of my inner pain revealed. What was I even saying at the end there? Do I think I’m the Cheez-Its? But that would mean I’m the one who would make Dom happy. Doubt that’s the case when I spend half our time together insulting him. I’ve turned the man into my grief punching bag because he hurt me a long time ago. I’m supposed to be past this.
No shit
