We Used To Live Here

by Daniel Hurst

It wouldn’t be long until I found out exactly who K and J were and when they lived here. And when I did, things would never be the same again.

I could do with an extra pair of hands to help here, but I guess my wife could say the same thing in the other room, so I shouldn’t complain too much.

Check yourself before you wreck yourself Grant

Wow, busy man! I bet you’re good at DIY! I’m useless. I’ve been meaning to put a shelf up at my flat for ages but never got around to it. Maybe you could help? x

Little girl, get off that married man's phone 😂

‘Rose, you know I shouldn’t be doing this,’ I reply, as if it’s her leading me astray rather than of my own doing in part too. But it’s not her fault. She’s single, and she can do what she wants. But I can’t. This is all on me.

What a stupid man

‘You see, we used to live here, my husband and I, many years ago now. We noticed the house had been sold recently, and because we haven’t been back here in so long, we had the idea of perhaps calling around to meet the new owners and possibly seeing how the place has changed over the years.’

“If only the walls could talk, I’d bet they would have some interesting stories to tell.”

I don’t deserve her. But I have her. And I’m never going to let her go.

Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.

I’m not that deep of a guy to spend too much time trying to figure it out.

I hate the clueless act

I have to admit that my wife was right.

*he huffs begrudgingly* theres no bigger hater than a cheating man, trying to keep his secret