I scribbled a message on a sticky note and stuck it on the top of the fridge. Grabbing my bag, I made my way towards the front door of my home. I slid into my car and drove to a nearby hotel, where I checked in. Once inside the room, I placed my bag on the couch, collapsed onto the bed, and began to mull over the chaos currently engulfing my life.
I am married. I am fucking married. Letting out a heavy sigh, I got up and decided a warm shower might help relax my tense muscles. The guilt and restlessness gnawed at me, refusing to let go.
As a student from a well-off family, I appreciate the opportunities and privileges I have, but I've always wanted to carve my own path. My passion for writing has inspired me to explore this side and share my thoughts. I'm excited to connect with readers through my work. So, If you enjoy what I write and wish to support me, I'd be thankful. If not, that's perfectly fine too – I value all feedback on my journey.
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