On the Danforth

I was in the middle of a shift at work when I found out I was getting two-timed. It was over a private message from the other woman, via Facebook. This news hit me like a punch to the gut. Back then, I wasn’t the best at concealing my emotions. I’m the type of person that broadcasts every thought that crosses my mind through my facial expressions. My boss caught on quickly that something was up when I was serving tables with a scowl painted across my face. He pulled me into the kitchen and asked what was up. I told him that I just found out I was being…