“How long have you been separated?” I asked, hoping he said years.
“Five months…”
Some of my choices lead to regret. I shouldn’t have pushed snooze that morning, but I did. I thought I had plenty of time, and the hour I set seemed ludicrous when it arrived.
3:00 am
The alarm on my iphone was incessant.
“Jesus Christ Amber….Who gets up at three am? Who needs that much time to prepare? You can get more sleep. Normal people do….”
SNOOZE
For the record (please take note because my dumb ass sometimes forgets), I am NOT A NORMAL GIRL. “Thank God they broke the mold with me,” I thought, as my stomach dropped out in panic, “I am dumber than a box of rocks. F*ck…..”
The f-bomb fell from my soul as I realized that I had messed up again…I was late.. to a very important date.
The instructions in the email were specific….
THIS BLOG WILL BE CONTINUED…….
WHEN????
You won’t miss it if you pay attention
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