It was at a Gloria Jean’s. We had a blueberry cheesecake and iced mocha to share — not that these details were important. There were other important things, like the imminent sob-fest I was entering. “T”, I began. “I really think I’m going to fail.” The last word came out in a ragged breath, leaving my lipsContinue reading “Asking for What You Deserve”
Home I went. I paid the bill.