i just looked at the mirror thinking damn i look good and then a fucking grey hair ON MY FOREHEAD i feel like ... i mean ... i don't know what upsets me more the grey hair or the location i always thought my forehead was a real asset
not with those huge feet of yours i had an exciting news last week when i told you i met hugh grant at the liquor store and we shared a snap but you keep on saying it's not him
you think you can hide but i can feel your toes under the leather come on he got chubby for a new movie but it's him why you so mean ? i have real problems here
he should be victoria. it is normal for a man who loves a woman to be mad when he hits her. but you, the way you react is just unusual. i get that you won't give up on your marriage, i'm with you but please stop blaming people that judge because those are the ones that stood next to the hospital door crying, worrying to death that you would never wake up. i'm sorry you're blinded by clay, he always had that effect on you. he is my friend but you are more. you are fucking more.
we used to talk about everything and now you're just shutting the door at my face you may have forgot but i am your soulmate whether you like it or not.
come on vicky i still believe in love. angela was not meant to be. i'm not saying anything about your relationship with clay but he needs help and so are you. maybe you're stoping yourself from remembering because you living in your own little bubble. aren't scared it might hurt even more? your brain is ignoring the truth to protect you from seeing who he truly is. a man that made a mistake. a man you forgot to forgive. you are not saving your marriage without the memories.