My husband was high risk as well. It sickens me. 
 
 
	Just got in the car and got triggered by a song that was pretty popular around d-day and coincidentally seemed to be about cheating and having weird fucked up encounters. 
 
 
	The Weeknd's "The Hills". I hear it and I immediately get a shot of anxiety through my body, yet I can't change the station. My husband's was more like "half past nine" (PM) because he'd leave work early and tell me he was working late. 
 
 
	Some of the lyrics go... 
 
 
	"Cause you look even better than the photos 
 
 
	I can't find your house, send me the info 
 
 
	Drivin' through the gated residential 
 
 
	Found out I was comin', sent your friends home 
 
 
	Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know 
 
 
	I only call you when it's half past, five 
 
 
	The only time that I'll be by, your, side 
 
 
	I only love you when you touch me, not feel me 
 
 
	When I'm fucked up, that's the real me 
 
 
	When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah 
 
 
	I only fuck you when it's half-past, five 
 
 
	The only time that I can call you mine 
 
 
	I only love it when you touch me, not feel me 
 
 
	When I'm fucked up, that's the real me 
 
 
	When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, baby" 
 
 
	"I'mma let you know and keep it simple 
 
 
	Tryna keep it up don't seem so simple 
 
 
	I just fucked two bitches 'fore I saw you 
 
 
	And you gon' have to do it at my tempo 
 
 
	Always tryna send me off to rehab 
 
 
	Drugs started feelin' like it's decaf 
 
 
	I'm just tryna live life for the moment 
 
 
	And all these motherfuckers want a relapse" 
 
 
	"Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes 
 
 
	Who are you to judge, who are you to judge? 
 
 
	Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies 
 
 
	Only you to trust, only you" 
 
 
	
[This message edited by HowIsThisReal at 5:15 PM, July 29th (Friday)]