"Let me guess, he found out about it and you had to explain yourself to him. Am I right?"
"Yeah,' I answered.
"That's toxic indeed. You still love him." He inquired.
"Love who? I inquired of, perplexed.
"Your stepfather,' he responded.
"Stop f*****g talking about him, he left me. So I had to move on and stop talking about his stinking ass?" I furiously said and almost shouted at him.
"You still love him, after all these years.' Raymond sounded surprised and that got me pissed off, even more.
'I don't love him,' I flared up with my gaze falling on him.
"Yes, you do. Son of a b***h, I can see it in your eyes?" He shouted. "You still do." He persisted.
"I don't,'
"Yes, you do."
"I don't,' I shouted. "I don't,'
"Yes, you do,' he rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Stop denying the fa
