ugh!
so as most tragic romances the one i had put my faith in has let me down, lied and throw me into the middle of a cross road. All in the name of a £300 bet with a colleague to sleep with his receptionist. Now that he out of our flat and sound asleep in a hotel room i have been rewarded with space. Tomorrow, i will not be here when he returns home, or the evening after... i don't need him, but i want him terribly... i don't believe he will put up a fight, and nor will i. Another one might just bite the dust.... ciao my italian lover.















