Fault Lines

When she entered my life, she broke it in half.

Before her, I had my small circle of friends, then work, family, my hobbies. After she declared that we were ‘fused’, my life became her and work, maybe sleep if I was lucky.

Everything in my life was thrown about, mentally, emotionally, physically. (She tended to throw things mid-orgasm, and it took me a while to buy more pillows.)

All the chaos, all the problems, all the costs, all of it is her fault, and her fault alone.

But then again, without her, I probably would have burst by now…