Rachel Coulter

“I just don’t enjoy spending some time with you.”

We never ever knew a heart could break therefore instantly, so rudely — in just one phrase. I happened to be desperately grasping for such a thing to aid soften the sharpness of these eight terms. I really could muster only three: “Take me personally home.” Once we drove, my thoughts were as blurry because the woods going by. How do a three-year relationship end in three full minutes? Continue reading →