why you’re drinking and playing with your disgusting little flesh ferret, isn’t it?” “You know what, you fucking cunt? I’m done living with your twisted-ass, psycho bullshit.” He slurs as he stands, his wiener still pointing up. I hate him calling her names. “I’ve tried, Aziza, I really fucking have. In the beginning, I thought I loved you, so waiting until we were married to have you felt worth it. I could understand that.”
