Fucking Adorable
Aaron
I managed to calm Mia’s insecurities, which was new for me. Mia had never been an insecure girlfriend. I’d never known her to be an insecure person, period. In fact, it was one of the first things I remembered admiring about her most.
Seeing her the night I left work early because she’d called me in tears was eye-opening. She’d been drinking and crying, two things I hadn’t seen her do often. And I’d never known her to drink alone, yet she confessed it was something she’d started doing lately.
I hated that I knew I had a lot to do with that. While my conscience was clear in that her suspicions that I might be seeing someone else were way off, I knew her insecurities weren’t entirely imagined. She did throw it in my face that the ring I’d given her felt like a ploy—my way of getting her off my back.