“I guess I could blame my college ex-boyfriend who would get frustrated with me when he couldn’t get me there. Or maybe the one who told me that I was broken. I could blame the guy who told me I was ungrateful because he had at least tried to get me to finish. I could blame the guy who told me that I just needed a few more glasses of wine to loosen up. I could chalk it up to the guy who used to chant “come on, come on, come on,” like he was angry at a football team or something.” I sighed. “I could blame all of them, but I’m the problem. I’m the common denominator. No guy should have to do
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