Ok, a story that must be told before the drunk takes over and I pass out in my nice comfy bed with my nice furry cat.
I saw a cousin tonight while out. An older male cousin. And it was bad, I don't know if he saw me. If he did, he didn't acknowledge it. And that's a good thing cause well, if the experience was as traumatic for him as it was for me than I think it should be kept between us and never spoken of again. And if he did see me, I think I just blew my good, quiet, catholic girl cover. Oops. ;)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment