Stifling a yawn, I crept out of bed, trying not to wake my boyfriend Matt then 24.
In the bathroom, I carefully glued on individual fake lashes.
Dabbed concealer around my eyes.
Much better, I thought, running my brush through my hair.
It was summer 2019 and this was my routine.
Me and Matt shared a house, and we’d been dating for five years, but no way was I letting him see me without my lashes and a bit of slap.
Even if I did have to get up early.
