He closes his eyes and bangs the back of his head against the wall a couple times. “Almost like this is punishment, ain’t it? God’s way of reminding you of the vows you made. That he hasn’t forgotten and neither should you.” He grins like a real smug asshole. It’s how he always grins. It baffles me, how Mom has managed to stay with him all these years. I can’t imagine ever marrying a man like Dad, much less allowing someone like him to touch me, or even talk to me. Similar types of men exist at my high school. Guys who think they’re owed everything just for having a dick. Delusional assholes
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