Status: The chapters in this story are suppost to be short so don't complain that they aren't "proper chapters"
Loverman
Him
In my early thirties I was dependent on my wife. Time spent dreaming and sculpting. I tried to come home early.
I could only give what I had. Never knowing hardship or cruelty. Was just the kind of detached observer of everything falling apart around me. It's what I was paid for. My work left me sufficent freedom. Sometimes I had the feeling I'd reached my limit. Started to come home late. Waiting on better days.
I could only give what I had. Never knowing hardship or cruelty. Was just the kind of detached observer of everything falling apart around me. It's what I was paid for. My work left me sufficent freedom. Sometimes I had the feeling I'd reached my limit. Started to come home late. Waiting on better days.
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