Vignette the Seventh

A crucial decision.

Those parties wrecked me. I felt done. So much small talk and explanations. So much shit to sift through.

Do I have my Ex take me to her place to sober up and go home? Do I stay with her and dance?

You know what I did. But it wasn’t a quick decision. My empath and introvert self said “Fuck No!”  My love for her said that I had no choice. Apparently it was right. So glad I took the chance and went.

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