secrecy, lies, and the ugly truth

Tonight is the premiere of The Auteur’s film from the Detroit 48 hour film project. Slate, her estranged husband, will be in attendance.

I will not be.

If I am lucky, I will be working tonight.

Last night, she invited me to go get a drink with them after the premiere.  She knows damn well that I’ve been sober for the last 6 weeks.

I am sick to death of living a lie, “living in sin” if you will.  I am tired of being a “secret boyfriend”.  I’m sick to death of having a “secret girlfriend”.

I just  want this entire day and night to pass in a flash; have the time slip through my proverbial fingers, wake up and it be Thursday already.

I’m trying so hard to be the better person, let this just slide off of me and move on, but today is the day and it’s hard to ignore right now.

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