Mole
It was not until I dropped my declaration of independence into the mailbox that I could breathe again.
It was not until I dropped my declaration of independence into the mailbox that I could breathe again.
On my 30th birthday I got rid of my horrible husband, changed the locks, got a tattoo on my foot and spent the night with the man I really loved.
The fact that I continued running past him for five miles is more symbolic to me than the fact that I started bawling the moment I was in the confines of my home.
I spent hours driving aimlessly that night, so I could feel free for a change.