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I'm arriving home to find it dark. Liam was supposed to be back early, but it seems I won't be seeing him today either. We've only seen each other four times in the last two weeks. He's taking extra shifts at the hospital and sleeping there.
I turn on the lights and take off my shoes. I look for my sandals and, still dressed in my work clothes, I sit down to eat what I bought on the way home.
This is turning into a crappy life. At least when I lived at his parents' house, we often went out to the club, to parties, or just to visit his friends.
But now, ever since I got the bright idea to get married to annoy everyone, my life is turning into that of an old woman. Liam never invites me out, to a restaurant or to the movies. When we do see each other at home, I even think he's a
