We’ve been together 2 years today.
We’re in France on a family holiday and it’s been lovely.
But deep down I think I knew I’d lost him after my recent behaviour.
I’ve tried to be a better person and thought for one brief moment it was working.
We were going to go for dinner tonight. To celebrate. The lovely french restaurant was closed.
I know how to read the signs.
This is me: admitting defeat.
