Knowing my crazy-ex girlfriend was visiting her folks in town this weekend, I decided to get away and crash at my buddy’s country home for a few days until she left. I got there and was having a great time with my group of guys, until my ex arrived and addressed my buddy as “darling.”
I went to visit the lion in its cage.
For years I dreamt desperately, passionately of escape. Had it always been as simple as just walking out the front door?