Our dynamic needs to stay clearly defined in my head. This is pretend. It’s built on deception. The last relationship I had was built on deception, too, and God, did I do so much fucking pretending. Pretending to be happy. Pretending that I felt loved. Pretending I was okay. Deception was Tod’s bread and butter. He twisted things and warped the truth, and to sustain our relationship, I had to believe those lies. This time is different.
