I've just put up my hair into a ponytail when there's a quick knock on my bedroom door. Yup, you heard that right. I moved out of Ivan's room 2 days ago. Being in his space was really messing with my head, and I just couldn't take it anymore. It doesn't even help that his scent practically fills up the entire room.
His action over the last four days since he left tells me of the kind of person he is. I scoff at my own stupidity for not keeping my desire for my sexy husband in check.
I couldn't go back to my former room because while the ceiling has been repaired, the room still needs a lot of fixing to look like it did before whatever it was that happened to it. So I moved into the room opposite Ivan's. It's a bit smaller than what I'm originally used to, but the cosiness of the space m
