Live Strong (Part Two)
The next morning I woke up somewhat sore but nothing compared to yesterday. I really didn’t even want to think about it. I felt so humiliated for crying like that. Brad has seen me cry only a few times but nothing like yesterday. I could count how many times I cried in front of him, most of those times were because of movies the other was a fight we had gotten into. I turned to my side and checked Brad’s alarm clock and yawned noticing we had slept in quiet late. It was almost 1 in the morning. I knew he felt me move since he tiredly wrapped an arm around my waist and yawned. “What time is it?” He said somewhat muffled but mostly tired. “It’s almost one.” I turned over to face him …