I Left the “Nice Guy” After He Forgot Our Dog’s Lifeline

anything that could turn into a legal circus. Just the story. The pill. The seizure. The line about needing to call him again. The mental load. The “nice guy” who’s everyone’s favorite because he’s never the one doing the work.

I hit publish and immediately regretted having thumbs.

Within an hour, my phone turned into a slot machine that only paid out continue reading …