Mr. Cig and I were together for a long time. Two years at least, off and on. He was usually right there when I needed him, and if not, all I had to do was jump in my car and drive about half a mile down the road - he was always waiting for me. Besides his constant availability, Mr. Cig was filthy smoking hot!!
Our relationship was getting expensive though, and I knew that deep down, Mr. Cig was a bad boy. He never missed a party, stayed at the bars until closing time, and I swear I saw him in the backseat of a friend's car. There was even a rumor going around that he was a murderer, but I never saw that side of him. He was what shortened a long day at work, calmed me down when I was stressed, and brightened my mornings. His only downside - he kind of smelled.
I ended things with Mr. Cig on Sunday night pretty abruptly. New year, new me, right? And he was bad for me, and I felt strong, and just like that, we were done!!
I see him everywhere now!! It's driving me crazy - and he looks even sexier now than he ever did while we were together. I feel like maybe we didn't have a proper good-bye, like maybe we should try it again and this time I could really just savor our last minutes together. Like Sunday wasn't the best day for a breakup.
My therapist, Mr. Nick Patch, has suggested daily appointments for about two months. Four days down.
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