But the thing is, I had to. I couldn’t abandon years of tradition and generations of familiarity… not for one single cock.
But then, as if sent to me by a higher being, I see you in the garden next door. I have to pray, I had no idea these corrupt feelings were still within me. I had no idea you still had such power in me. That, paired with the rollercoaster of emotions coursing through my system because of the fact I’m yet to fall pregnant with my husband… maybe THAT is why I don’t kick you out when you let yourself in.
Or maybe it’s just because deep down, I know I made a mistake choosing them over you all these years ago. I know my place. Let me choose you.
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