She thought he was the one, the one she loved. She had never felt this way before with anyone else. They got married, had a
kid, lived in suburbia. He left her one day, she fell apart. Now she lives in a dirty, crappy apartment in the city. She tries
to find a new love, but all she gets is empty, emotionless sex with strangers. Her son lives with her ex. They still live in
that nice two story house. She thinks about them some times. Mostly when she is getting fucked by some guy whose name she
can't remember.
