I’m tired of feeling used. You promised me that you meant what you said when you said you loved me. We talked about a future and having kids. I begged you to not lead me on. To just be honest with me. Now you barely talk to me when I touch you, even when I touch you accidentally. You act like I have the plague, and it hurts deeply. After last night, I can see that you’d rather talk to her. Well, good luck with that. Guess you’d rather have someone who has and will f**k anyone, married or not, instead of someone who always puts you first. And who has tried to support you and build your self-esteem, by showing you how handsome and how special you are. Hope she doesn’t give you anything she gets from the other men she f**ks.
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