“I’m supposed to ask? Tell me how when you’re so frigid about s*x,” Nathan rants. “You don’t even like to give head.”
How can he say I’m uptight with s*x; I enjoy it when it’s done right. But Nathan practically date-r***s me every night and hurts me outside the bedroom. And now he’s saying I’m not good enough. I finally realize I can do better and am done with him and all the abuse.
“Screw you, Nathan! And get the f**k out,” I finally yell, breaking his speech.
“No, I’m not leaving. Now get your ass over here,” he moves to me.
I scramble around the coffee table. Nathan grabs me in a bear hug, trying to hold me, but I push him away. He repulses me enough that I shiver from the attempt and gag.
“Get off! You disgust me,” I say with a weak slap to his face.
“Don’t f*****g do that!” he d
