“Ugh, why do men say pussy-whipped?” Aria complained. “Because we’re not creative enough to come up with anything else,” Cooper told her. I figured he was correct and had nothing to add to a conversation that would likely dig a hole I didn’t want to be in. Christ. I was pussy-whipped. “Realization has set in. Enjoy your balls while you still have them. One day she’ll be telling you no more kids. Then snip-snip, your balls are gone.” The thought of that made my stomach roll and my balls crawl up to safety.
