She Fucking Hates Me
It was nice waking up with Derek this morning, even if it was a little earlier than normal because his daughter was awake before the birds were even singing. I sat and made faces at her while he fed her breakfast, and I kept an eye on her for him when he took a shower. I know I'm not ready for my own kids, but this might be ok. He doesn't see her that often anyway.
We head our separate ways to continue to avoid suspicion, and I have an unsettled feeling in my stomach due to the terrifying conversation I'm about to have with my sister. I know she'll be angry. I know she'll hate me. I just hope it doesn't last forever. And I hope Derek is worth it. If we break up in three hours, it will all be for nothing, and I won't have anyone. That thought makes me hesitate as I buy her coffee and breakfast. Maybe I shouldn't tell her.
But if she finds out from someone else, that will be unbearably worse.
I head up to our unit, and I walk up behind her. "Morning. Can I talk to you privately?" I just have to do it. Tell her. Rip the band-aid off before I lose my nerve.
We head our separate ways to continue to avoid suspicion, and I have an unsettled feeling in my stomach due to the terrifying conversation I'm about to have with my sister. I know she'll be angry. I know she'll hate me. I just hope it doesn't last forever. And I hope Derek is worth it. If we break up in three hours, it will all be for nothing, and I won't have anyone. That thought makes me hesitate as I buy her coffee and breakfast. Maybe I shouldn't tell her.
But if she finds out from someone else, that will be unbearably worse.
I head up to our unit, and I walk up behind her. "Morning. Can I talk to you privately?" I just have to do it. Tell her. Rip the band-aid off before I lose my nerve.