I learned the rules fast. Never call first. Never post a photo with his face in it. Never cry on a Tuesday because Tuesday is “family night.” Your job is to be the glitter in the gray. The silk robe in a closet full of fleece. The 2 a.m. text that says, “Come over,” not “I’m lonely.”
Tonight, I’ll delete his number. By next week, he’ll find a new Vixen. Younger, maybe. Blonder. It doesn’t matter. The role is the same. The confession is the same. -Vixen- Olivia Nova - Confessions Of A Side Gir...
That’s the confession, isn’t it? The side girl isn’t a homewrecker. She’s a vacation. And every vacation has an expiration date. I learned the rules fast