Our photo wore a heel through my eye, my flat had taken a turn for the apocalyptic, and the laminate floor she had so carefully picked out was a minefield of glass. Yet, somehow, it would all still be downhill from that moment. The moment I woke up and realised Lilly had left me. If I'd known then what I know now, as they say... well...
Even at the best of times, it takes a special kind of chaos for me to function. I know that. Nearing forty, I should have learned by now; finding success at work, I should have been happy; but I hadn't and I wasn't.
Keeping afloat in this city is easier said than done, but with Joe, my oldest friend, it feels like I have a chance. With a new girl, I might just have a hope. Still, there's always me, Harrison, getting in my way. Along with a few beers and the fallout from a pair of angry exes.
I try to stay optimistic, but Lilly might just have been right.
