but what can you do? Besides fuck?” I stare at him, my lungs and throat tightening, tears stinging my eyes. “You keep doing this. Reducing me to a slut, a whore.” “Because that’s how you’ve presented yourself to me. By word and deed, you’ve told me who you are. Own it, or change it. There is no in-between.”
I mean he’s not really wrong???? That is how she’s presenting herself. If she wants to be seen as something different, she’s gotta open up.
