They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, but as I stand here furiously cutting lemon wedges, my only thought is that I want to wedge the lemon slices up his arse.
“Why?!” I ask aloud.
It’s a question I’ve asked often in the past few months.
Nobody answers me.
I don’t think I’ll ever know and I need to just accept that.
I wish I understood.
But more than anything, I wish that he could make me understand.