It was like I didn't exist in Martha's life and that had me wondering about whatever love she said she had for me. Was it even legit? Did she really love me or was it just me giving her the attention she needed from her husband that had her mistaking it for love.. It worried me so much and I was about to go insane.
It was now two weeks later and I was out of groceries at my place from cooking everyday. Lucia refused when I asked her to go do shopping for me and told me that I needed to get out of my apartment.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't your stay in bed all day and cry until I had no tears left type of person when I was hurt... I was your get up at 7am and clean the darn house then cook the nicest meal and eat kinda person, and that was bad for me because since I wasn't even going to
