Delilah
What was with everyone in my life trying to dictate what I did and who I was involved with. It was like they all thought I was a child. An incompetent child. Incapable of looking after myself and making my own decisions.
Greg was the last straw. How dare he demand I stop seeing Double. Who I was romantically involved with had nothing to do with him.
Who I married was my decision, of course Double might not want anything to do with me now, let alone marry me.
The thought made me flop down on the bed with a huff. The way he had looked at me. Like he didn’t know me at all. Just because my father was a murderous psychopath. I wasn’t exactly happy about it either but it wasn’t my fault. I couldn’t help who had given me half my genes.
Ok the Dodge thing? That was totally on me. I s
