I step into the house after a long, boring day and I’m tempted to run back out and drive away. I wouldn’t be running away forever. I just don’t want to see her face right now. I don’t want to deal with the excuses, the lies, and the fake apologies. I would never hit a woman in my life, but I could lose my temper and probably do something stupid like smash my face against the wall. Yeah. Not the smartest move, but what can...

The day hasn’t even begun and already I feel exhausted, drained of any energy I had to muster before I came into work. I’ve already made ten phone calls and replied to at least fifteen emails and it’s not even nine o’clock. I wish I could get out of here; start over somewhere new. Then, a year later, return. Because this city will always be my home, no matter what, and despite everything bad that has happened in the last...