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You’d been with her for eight years. And you wonder why I can’t always be with you emotionally. eight years is nothing to a couple months. She knows everything about you and she was your whole world for eight years.
I didn’t know at first. First sight, first touch, it wasn't tantalizing until last night.
Moonshinethat croon of minemad and frantic infection, a moan that stirs from hurttoils that strike like weights, pulls at your foreheadskins your knuckles it’s irrelevant my wants,your wants.
I love you, I hate you, Its all the same, Your always telling me I'm to blame. Ending this marriage, your speaking of, Doing it in spite, not for love. Its the best for me, and my child,