Cats and dogs

My cat died on me a few years back. I was in a broom closet at work waiting tabels with my then boyfriend on the phone. He didn't want to tell me. he wanted to keep it to himself and tell me face to face. I should have done as he asked. It would have been the only time that he whoud have looked me in the face and told me some thing that he knew would hurt me. I made him tell me that he had gone to my place to see how she was doing like i asked and that she was so sick. and that she didn't make it to the vet. I cryed with the old mops and flikering light over head I cryed alone.

Now by that time he had told me that he loved me and that he didn't care if I said it back. Good thing cause i didn't want to say it back. He was my first and he was so much older then me if I was going to say that i loved him I was going to mean it.

People always find ways to make themselfs feel needed. "you god dame right I have a boyfriend"

Fuck it I didn't even want to call him my boyfriend. I was a free bird. I was young and hot. take that!

Truth is I had been sleeping awrond, and i was starting to see myself as a nothing. And here was a man who wanted me. But did I want him. I didn't see him as hot, but he had a carm.

As the weeks went on I found that I sarted to see that he was cute, with a great ass and he was so sweet.

I told him that i loved him the night that my cat died. I went home alone that night.