When she entered my life, she broke it in half.
Before her, I had my small circle of friends, then work,
family, my hobbies. After she declared that we were ‘fused’, my life became her
and work, maybe sleep if I was lucky.
Everything in my life was thrown about, mentally,
emotionally, physically. (She tended to throw things mid-orgasm, and it took me
a while to buy more pillows.)
All the chaos, all the problems, all the costs, all of it is
her fault, and her fault alone.
But then again, without her, I probably would have burst by
now…
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