Decades::afi

decade 4

dear lia,

you're so old, my gosh.

then again so am i.

it's your 40th, and you haven't been home all day. do you know how heart-wrenching it is to have to tell your son where you don't know where his mom is? especially right when he wakes up?

what happened?

you've barely been in the house now, andy is starting to get suspicious.

friendly reminder that you have a family.

a fucking 10 year old son that looks so much like you at ten it hurts.

a fucking husband that you've left in the dust.

i hate you,

ashton