“Look here, I still don’t understand why you have to do this to me…”
“What? What in Heaven’s sake are you talking about?” you innocently ask.
“You very well know what I mean…why are you so selfish? What have I done to deserve this?” she says, breaking down to a teary mess.
You still have no idea why she’s acting like this. You’ve woken up and you find her curled up like a puppy at the edge of your bed. She’s sobbing uncontrollably; and like the good old clueless man you are; you try to soothe her first.
‘Don’t you dare touch me!” she hisses, almost biting your head off.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Your hands retreat to your lap and you are reduced to looking at her. She looks small wearing your oversize Ralph Lauren shirt.
Small.
Like something you can cuddle.
Your back is…
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