After everything we’d shared and been through, if Hudson had treated me the way I treated him when we “first met” in my head, I’m pretty sure I’d be devastated. I don’t know how I would ever recover. I sure as shit would have set something of his on fire—maybe the Versace boxer briefs and maybe his whole freaking world. But he never treated me like that. No matter how much I hurt him—and looking back I know that I really did hurt him a lot—he never made me feel like that. And he always, always had my back, even when I didn’t have his.
