I keep thinking “what did I do?!”
And, I mean, that’s pretty easy. I went crazy.
But he screwed up, too. Equal parts. Not all my fault. Not all his.
It’s okay. It’ll be okay.
I’m allowed to feel like shit.
And I guess…at least he has Miranda.
Maybe she was better in bed than he said, and he’ll be able to convince her to have pity sex with him a lot.
I will miss this cat. So. Much.
I will love on her so much until he takes her. <3