So here's what I found out today.

The ex lived with him.

In his house.

With his family.

While they were together.

With his family.

With his ate, his brother, his dad, his stepmom, the dogs.

They lived together.

Can someone tell me what to properly feel about that?

Inggit ba?

Or galit?

Kase I definitely feel both, and some.

I have no idea they were that serious.

The scenes kept playing in my head.

I can't help it.

Kisses before he leaves the house for work.

Kisses when he gets home.

Kisses...

Is this how I lose him?

Friday night with my cousin was supposed to be perfect.

It was fun until things went downhill.

I didn't know what happened, how it happened.

My cousin said it was the scariest night of her life,

the 2nd half of it.

I wouldn't know. I wasn't there.

Well I was, physically.

We were drinking with these boys.
They were giving us drinks.

She said she went to the bathroom and

then she came back to a different me.

And then I passed out. Cold. Like the dead.

Yes she said I looked...