We all have them. And a few crunchy old skeletons in the closet.
I'll start.
I lived with a man I hated for two years. I still don't know why. It nearly killed me. The sex wasn't good either so it's not like I can offer that up as an excuse.
I'll start.
I lived with a man I hated for two years. I still don't know why. It nearly killed me. The sex wasn't good either so it's not like I can offer that up as an excuse.