What am I doing with her? What’s my endgame with this? Was it just a one-off? A way to scratch a five-year-old itch? Am I after something else with the pain in the ass? Or truth, did that fucking drink actually have some sort of black Voodoo magic in it? ’Til death do us part. Better fucking not be. She drives me crazy. We can hardly stand to be in the same space for longer than two minutes without fighting. Even tonight the sex wasn’t exactly what I’d call cute and cuddly. It was hate sex.
