FaetFelicis

My boyfriend works in a small brewery in a smallish town. He works BOH, and I am a FOH lifer. We don't currently work together, but we share stories. He topped me today. They have a server there, at the brewery, that cannot carry a drink tray. Apparently this is such a problem, this server has found a disgusting solution to delivering drinks to large parties. So... He brought all the beers and waters out in a glass rack, the plastic kind that go through dish. He delivered the guests their beverages by setting a fucking glass rack down on the table behind them and pulling their beers out, one by one, I'm assuming by putting his fingers in them, all in the middle of a crowded little restaura

You smoked menthol cigarettes when I met you. The kind you crushed. The kind I didn't. The stage returned you to me with stained fingers, Guitar strings and all those pinched cancer sticks. Between thumb and finger. Between breath and silence. The way I lost my grandma. The reason my dad gives me shit. Other than you. You remind him of someone, Someone too close to home. But you're not him. You only left because I made you. He left because growing up is not the dream we think it is. His dreams were bigger. You still haunt mine. Every decision I made was for someone that wasn't you. Someone that wasn't me either. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't see you. I'm sorry that I didn't let you see

If you'd rather masturbate to thoughts of your recently deceased ex boyfriend than sleep with your current beau, should you seek help? Asking for my sanity.