Unexpected 13: Honey

I COULD barely sleep last night thinking about what might happen when Zandy and I moved out of the house. I'm just thinking about what's going to happen, I'm sure both of our heads will hurt because I know we won't get along. We will have a hard time getting along with each other. I don't even know if I can live with him even for a day.

I snorted and sobbed when I finished telling Andrea about my conversation with my Mom and Aunt Mandy about Zandy and me moving out. "I didn't do anything, Andrea, if I didn't agree to what they wanted. I hate him. I don't want to live with him in the same house because every time I see the man—gay or whatever he is, I just remember what he did and Roven to me," I complained while I couldn't paint my face.

We are currently outside the building where we work to eat. It's lunchtime and Andrea and I are at a restaurant. I haven't been able to move my food because of the irritation I feel. I still can't get out of my mind what could happen when Zandy and I