pretending, or are we going to talk about last night?
Yes, I do think we need to talk about it.
were all eager, as you usually are. And
then when we started to get serious it went all limp… same as usual too. And – well, I’m sorry but maybe I’d had a bit
too much to drink and I just lost it.
quietly going to bed, I got mad. And I
shouted and screamed at you, about what a pathetic excuse for a man you were,
and how your tiny little limp excuse for a dick made me just want to slap you
around the face and make you cry like the little girl you are –
things honey, I really am. It was just…
well, once too often, you know? –
spare bedroom… when I looked down and…
any more, did there? I’ve never seen you
so hard. And I don’t need to remind you what happened after that.