Brad laughs, the sound vicious. “Want her? Don’t mess around, Brit. Have you seen her? Those short fat legs, the disgusting stretch marks all over her body. I put up with her, but I do not want her. Fuck. She disgusts me. Every time she touches me my skin crawls, and you know it. I put up with it for you, for us. She’s a fucking psycho. Every other night she wakes up screaming about her dead parents or some shit, disturbing my sleep. If I’d known she was this crazy, I’d never have bothered with her, but it’s too late now. I’m already in it, so I might as well milk her for all she’s worth.”
Oh you POS
