I know this isn’t What Solo is for, but I need to pour my heart out. Stevie and I are over. Done. I told her I wasn’t taking the job, and she went absolutely fucking nuclear. She just exploded, told me that she was done with me, packed her bags and left. BUT I noticed she was sobbing her heart...
I’ve got four days off now, over Christmas, and no way could I sleep. I got up and reached for the Vodka intending to get paralytically drunk.
Feelings? Oh, you have no idea! Like a fucking pendulum! Excitement, crushing sadness, anger, but not regret.
I paced, drank, but couldn’t get drun...
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