It's like we went to jail, before we went to jail she told us its going to be worth it, that she will be here and we are going to have a baby when we get out.
She never answered our calls when we tried to phone her on the inside.
We FINALLY get out of jail after not being laid for a long fucking time and she's there to pick us up! Hoorray!
She looks and is acting different.
We get home and all she does is give us an over the pants handy. She doesnt want to talk much and is acting differently. No eye contact.
Something is wrong.
But God I'm happy to see her.
Is it me? Oh the anxiety.