Without Him

{ Angelique }

I take two pills and almost a gallon of water the moment I wake up. My mouth is dry and foul, my guesses are that I threw up sometime during the night. My head hurts. Contrary to popular belief, I don't get drunk very often. I always drink in moderation because I know I'm a crier and can't stand any pain.

I rip off my dress, unintentionally tearing the zipper. I groan and set it aside by my sewing machine, even though I should take it to the dry cleaners first.

I walk in my underwear to my bathroom, hoping Thamara has hired the cleaning company and they are already fixing up my house. I decide not to worry because, knowing her, they probably arrived to clean at 6am. Thamara is the most efficient person I know and I'm grateful for the moment she came into my life because without her I wouldn't get anything done.

I turn on the faucet to my bathtub and then open a bottle of bubbles, almost pouring the entire contents in there. After a month in the filthy, musty, open-to-p