Break up finally happened.
So one day the breakup finally happened. We talked and cried for hours and finally decided that we could never truly work. He decided to move out and let me stay in the house and keep the dogs because, on his income alone, he couldn't afford to live there (I made enough waiting tables to cover the bills if pennies were tightly pinched).I can honestly say that the 48 hours after that the break up were the toughest of all my life. I ugly-cried those kinds of tears that come from somewhere inside you didn't even know existed--a place of fear and sudden awareness that you are completely alone.
And that's the place i was in when i met matthew. We met a mere 48 hours after the ex and i called it quits, which could either be considered really terrible timing or really great timing. I choose to believe the timing was perfect.
But let's back up again for a minute
Remember how i was working at that little restaurant? Well, for a couple of years i'd been waiting on my future in-laws without even knowing it. We'll just call them Mr. And Mrs. D for our purposes here today.
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