“Well excuse me, bitch. You sound like this isn’t what you want. How does Easton feel?” she rattled off question after question. “I’m sorry, girl. I didn’t mean to snap at you, but a bitch not feeling this shit at all. I haven’t told Easton yet because I’m honestly not sure what I want to do just yet,” I explained. “Oh, I understand now. Don’t worry, though, I won’t say anything until you say I can,” she softly responded.
