I don’t like how he said he’ll tell her anything she wants to know instead of everything. It saves him from having to tell on himself. One of those, if you don’t ask, you don’t need to know situations. His way of controlling what he tells her. Rolling my eyes, I say, “Texts and pictures can be deleted.” He ignores me. “Please, babe? I’m begging you. Just give me this.” “You don’t owe him anything,” I tell her.
She hangs her head, and I know I’ve lost. She’s getting ready to leave with him, but I get it. This is Colt and me. Back and forth. Every f*****g day. It’s literally the definition of insanity. Doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result. I have bruises and scars to prove it. Some of us will choose stupidity over rational thought when it comes to good d**k.
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