I have everything money can buy. My parents make sure of that.
But I feel hollow. I feel like a part of me is missing. I'm wandering aimlessly. I don’t know where to go, what road to take, or how to retrace my steps back to wherever I was before. . . if I was even in any particular place before. I am lost and I don't know how to un-lost myself.
Or, maybe, I'm just waiting for the right person to find me? Maybe I’m holding on for someone with whom I belong. . . with whom I call home.
But for how long?
Robin
I’ve been trying so hard and for so long to get my estranged wife alone, and on board the ship where I am bartending, I am given that rare chance.
Instead, against my better judgment, I end up in bed with a stranger, a woman who doesn’t know me. Stupid me to think it’ll fix my screwed-up situation. It doesn’t. I still have a wife whose memory hasn’t come back, whose condescending wealthy parents still have control over her.
Maybe it’s time I let go of my illusion that our marriage is worth saving. Maybe it’s time to let her go.
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