Grief and roasted cream of celery soup.

Monday morning I smirked in the mirror. I rolled my eyes as I covered a small love bite under my left collarbone with concealer. I was unprepared for the breakup Monday night. I didn’t think I’d be the one who was left. I knew this relationship wasn’t going the distance. If my google search, “I don’t think I’m attracted to my … More Grief and roasted cream of celery soup.