Friday is the worst.  Thinking about that drive, waiting to hear what I already knew. The feeling of having to be “okay” because no one needed to know. The feeling that maybe it was going to be okay because I hadn’t heard. Then knowing it was over. I really think Fridays are the worst. Another week living with that empty.

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