Chapter 135

For the last ten minutes since Dima left our bedroom, I have been pulling everything from the closet. I have practically trashed the walk-in closet. It is like the clothes are mocking me. As they sit next to each other color coordinated Dima and I could not be further apart. I do not know him any better than I know when it is going to rain.

This anger I feel inside is not rational. Why does it bot