Chapter 54 Lust

It’s an odd feeling and makes me disoriented. I don’t miss Jared. I miss my life, I miss coming home and being greeted with a kiss. I miss cooking dinner and watching our TV show on the couch. I miss getting ready for bed and being cradled in the safety of his arms like he would chase away the bad dreams. But I hate him. The thought of kissing him makes me sick. The thought of him holding me while I sleep makes me want to run. And the thought of stepping into the house I created from the ground up, full of memories, makes my heart ache.