I feel bad, I should update more, but I'm busy at work, busy at home, busy finishing a story.
They're going out tonight, a simple date, dinner, drinks at his place after, more.
Something a million couple do every Friday night.
He asked me the other day, how I feel when she comes home after being with him, what words describe my feelings.
Jealous. Torn. Honored. Happy. Excited.
"Do you want her to stop," he asked.
"No," I said.
"Are you sure, Sara," he asked.
"Yes," I told him, part of me conflicted, as always, part of me certain.