Fine. I loved apartment living at first. It was an essential step on my path to adulthood. I finally felt like a real grownup. Independent. All on my own in the big city.
Except that I wasn’t. Not really.
But I had my apartment first. He came after. It’s hardly fair to blame the apartment complex for a lying, mooching…
Bottom line: apartment living is fine. It’s just not for me. Maybe it’s because I grew up in the country. Wide, open spaces and all that…
It was a good experience and now it’s done.
Just like my relationship with "He Who Can No Longer Hurt Me".