I don’t know what to do anymore.
I’m trying. I even made him a pie and brought it to his studio, just like I did when we first started dating. Of course, when I got there, that woman who claimed that he was the father of her child was there. After spilling the pictures, she insinuated that she hadn’t gotten a chance to pay him back yet. I knew exactly what she meant. I’m trying not to read into this too much.
I really need to feel closer to him. Intimacy would help so much, but for some reason, he doesn’t seem to want to have sex with me anymore.
I mean, we’re going to be okay. We have to be.
It’s us.
Lena Lawrence is the name. I work in the family enterprise, one that makes me financially secure and skyrockets me to a stable social standing. I speak French fluently, as I grew up around the French Quarter of New Orleans. I speak a bit of Irish that I learned from my grandmother. I was accepted into both Princeton and Yale, but opted not to go because there are more important things to me. I have a wonderful Husband, Jake, who I love with all my heart and we have an amazing child named Addison and another on the way. More?
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