Chapter 45

I quietly walk into my family home late in the evening, sliding in unseen, and head for the stairs hoping to get to my room before anyone knows I’m back. I’m mentally and physically exhausted and need to lie down and get my head together. I’m a mess, fragile, completely drained, and generally just spent. I came away with so much in my head that I think my mind has shut down and gone into reboot mode to protect myself from mental breakdowns.

I wept in Emma’s arms for an eternity before we moved to the cozy snug by the playroom for more privacy. We talked for hours, just going around and around in circles. Emma really did hit a home run with accuracy. The more we talked it out, and I came to terms with it, the more I could see she was right. This was always about him!

I’ve been living like a crazy heartbroken maniac for months. Flitting from meaningless man to man, unbroken over being cheated on, badly treated, or used, because my heart is already fully invested elsewhere,