I am newly separated.
Klippan from Ikea, black leather.
Wrong. No difference in height
I moved in to my studio flat a half a year ago. It felt large and empty.
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Lego, Gameboy/DS games and cables, cars.
I have done a few things to make it a little more cozy for me and the kids. It's starting to feel like a home... BUT...
I am also newly in love.
With a drunken make-out from the book convention in Gothenburg.
He lives far away. On the glans of the penis that we call Sweden.
And you can hear it in his dialect (which is very sexy)
But we can never live together. We both have children with other people.
The distance sucks.
When the kids father came today to pick them up, he walked right into the flat without knocking. He didn't take his shoes off either. It felt violating.
How did it get like this?
Maybe because I'm already dreaming of a life with someone else. I want Rasmus to feel at home when he is here. ♥