My throat gets tight. So does my stomach. I say in a small voice, “He lied to me.”
She’s unimpressed. “Puh. He’s a man. Just withhold s*x for a week or two and he’ll never lie again.”
“It’s inappropriate to punish someone by withholding sex.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s the most powerful tool in your arsenal.”
“What’s going to happen when you find someone you really care about, Sloane?”
“Dear god. You’re not still beating that dead horse, are you?”
“I am. I know you just haven’t met your match yet.”
“That’s because you were brain damaged from that time when you were six when you fell off your bike and hit your head on the curb.”
“I was wearing a helmet.”
“Whatever. You haven’t been the same since. I tried to convince your parents to pull the plug, but they’d gotten attached to you
