October 23, 2008

The Guy in the Basement

About a month after my first boyfriend and I broke up, my mom and I went to her friend’s house. I didn’t really want to go, but had to anyways. We were just going so that the two could hang out in a place other than work. At the time, the only reason I was finally persuaded to go was because she said her friend had a son my age.… Read More »The Guy in the Basement