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A Slap in the Face
Julia Tears well in my eyes, threatening to spill over. But I know that if I start crying, I won’t be able to stop. “Get a f*****g grip,” I mutter to myself. I’m lying on the couch in the living room, attempting to watch my favorite reality TV show. After I confronted Jake earlier, I haven’t been able to focus. Racing thoughts flutter through my brain like paper in the wind. I’d optimistically heated up a frozen dinner, but I’d only been able to pick at it before my nausea had overpowered my desire to eat. Now the meal sits, cold and congealed, on the coffee table, all but forgotten. I know I could call Nina for support, but I don’t want to go there until I have all of the facts. And the truth is, I don’t really have many of those at all right now. Yes, Jake’s reaction to my questions
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