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I accepted his behavior.
So I did none of those things.
At 10:11 p.m., Eric texted again.
You’re being quiet. That’s not like you.
I stared at the message and felt an unexpected sadness. He wanted me to perform my pain for him. He needed proof that he still mattered enough to destroy my night. Maybe even my entire life.
I replied: I’m respecting your plans.continue reading …
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