Naomi
“Involved? How the hell could I have been involved? I never asked you for anything, Erik. Not once did I ask for the credit card that you POSTED to me. Not once did I ask you to take me to dinner, or to order a cleaning service, or to send food…I lived off my savings when I first moved in, Erik. Did you know that? No, you didn’t,” Erik stared at me in horror, but I wasn’t done. Not even a little bit. I hadn’t even realized how much anger I held against the man sitting across from me. Even with his story, and his explanation, I was still angry, and I wanted him to know it. “Let me draw you a picture, Erik, ok? I know you are probably still busy with your story, but let me tell you mine,”
“Naomi-”
“No, hear me out, because I don’t think I’m going to be able to finish listening to yo
