“This ends. When I get home this ends. I’m not doing this any longer. Fuck my memory. Fuck family loyalty. I can’t do this another month. I want you. That’s it. You. So go sulk. You have three days for your pity party. Then I’m going to tie you to …” Oh shit. SHIT. I knew it happened the second it happened. And not only was I not with him, but I was not even in the same country. And it freaked me out. It scared me for a million reasons.
