I had the worst week.
My boyfriend dumped me. So Goldie, my cousin, got me a house sitting gig. For a hot minute, I had some breathing space.
It got worse.
Spent the better part of my time in toxic negotiations. Absurd things like who owns the Ikea bookshelf. Not that I have a place for it now. He got the rent-controlled apartment. But even Big-Bad-Ex admitted the books are mine. Anyway, he doesn’t need a bookshelf. He’s barely literate. Not even housebroken.
Then, major disaster; the Bears came home early.
What else could I do? I swam for safety.
2 thoughts on “Lorelei and the Big Bad Ex”
“Not even house broken” killed me. Lol.
Wasn’t sure about that line. Glad it grabbed you. In a good way.
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