Just one more drink? Maybe? Should I?
I turn the corner into my driveway. I've been out with the girls. Everything tonight has been fabulous. But still...
They talked a lot about their husbands and fiancés. When did I become the single one in this group? I was the first to get married. I was the one that always had a guy. How can I be the odd one out now?
Another drink for the pain? I better just go to bed.
I'm ahead of the gang, right? They are still on husband one. I'm looking for number two. I'm a leader, not a follower. I set the pace. I live the life we all dream of.
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