I smell retreat on the horizon. . . perhaps emotional detachment?

He's been short and distant, and I'm sure the move and leaving behind the kids is heart wrenching. . .

It's whatever at this point, I'm sick of this fucking game.

Want me or don't, stay or go, I spill out leaving the past behind and the only words spoken are apology accepted.

I'm thinking Vince had the right idea,live out my days raising his Alpacas.

Fuck this shit.