“You do it every time, ba–” My voice cracked, and I had to suck in several heaving breaths to get a handle on myself before I went on. “I can’t keep living my life like this.” Sniffling, I cradled her head in my hand. “Not sleeping because I don’t know where you are, or who you’re with, or if you’ve come off your meds and have another asshole between your legs. Because you’re manic and want to fuck anything with a pulse.” I shook my head, feeling broken. “I wish I could find a way to make this work, but I can’t, Liz. I can’t do this with you for another decade. I can’t plan a future with you
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