I am not used to having this much free time. When I was younger, after work, I would plan out my weeks in dates. It was fun. Eventually, my weekdays would be planned with making dinners with long-term boyfriends. I successfully decentered men from my life, but now I’m in a weird place of longing. Today was the worst. I don’t know what got into me. I mean, I know what got into me. I am still sleeping with the bad man despite my better judgment and broken promises I have made toward myself. All my friends hate him, so I’m even too embarrassed to tell them, but they know.
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